Chapter 815 – Dating Winds 1 – The little storm of thunder

Chapter 815 – Dating Winds 1 – The little storm of thunder



“There we go,” John groaned with satisfaction. The level up happily coincided with the end of his orgasm. The electric tingling around his cock also ebbed away, indicating that the person under the table had her own seed-fuelled orgasm come to a slow halt. Enthusiastically, she was ready to continue, but John gently pushed her up his length. “We can stop for now, Sylph. The experience maxed out for today.”

His cock came free, only for the thunderstorm elemental to give it a long lick on her way to his balls. Taking a deep inhale, she let out a series of perverted and very girly noises, ending when she placed a kiss on his ever-full sack. “You smell so gooooood,” Sylph babbled. “So manly and musky and stuff and you taste even better and I’m totally soaked down here! Can’t we do it some more for the fun of it? Can’t we? We always did it just for the fun of it before!”

“I’m not opposed to that at all,” John mused, while quickly allocating his new Statpoints. The focus continued to be on Endurance. ‘Next level, I will get the 250 Endurance scaling bonus AND can get my first Gamer level. Still have another free level up for that.’



“So we can go on, can we? Can we?” Sylph asked, now working his shaft with her hand while continuing to kiss him. Seeing her adorably sexy face hidden half behind his cock was in itself a sight that John loved, especially with the ‘make-up’ made of spilled precum and saliva. Being an air elemental, Sylph could deepthroat him for hours without seeming even the slightest bit perturbed. Although John still found the times with Lydia to be his favourite sessions, Sylph was also high on the list. Then again, Lydia only had the number one place because of the ridiculousness of having a foreign empress suck him off on the near-daily. The number two spot probably went with whoever he was at the time. Even with all of their different styles and feelings, or perhaps because of them, John couldn’t make a definitive ranking. All he knew was that he was cumming buckets every blissful workday.

“We caaaaannnnnn,” John stretched the word involuntarily. Sylph was licking her way back up and from her tongue spread out little discharges that tingled pleasurably within his cock. Whatever special brand of electricity the thunderstorm elemental was dispensing when they had sex, it was ecstatic. “Buuuut,” the Gamer wrestled control of his voice back from his lust, “but you have to make that choice. Since the experience is maxed out now, our date night begins.” He smiled at her. “The rest of my day is all yours.”

Sylph had already wrapped her lips around his dick and was now hesitating. “Hmmmm,” she hummed, and the sound intensely reverberated against his sensitive glans. Tilting her head slightly, John could feel the gears moving inside her beautiful head.

He had promised Sylph a date and he had told her that today would be the day yesterday, after he had gotten all of the economic stuff figured out. Aligning the blowjob schedule so she would be around when he would hit the threshold for the day had been no accident. It was to allow a smooth transition from work to fun. He had told Sylph all of this and she had seemed to be aware.

Which was something that John noticed.

In the past, Sylph would have forgotten something like this within the hour. The insides of her mind were a chaotic mess. Memories were whirled all over the place and accessed seemingly randomly and, often, inaccurately. This had somewhat improved with time. Sylph would never be a genius, but her intelligence had definitely developed along with John’s powers. Things like her tendency to be overly spontaneous or jump topics were ingrained into her character regardless of intellect, however.

‘How about... one more blowjob then go?’ Sylph suggested through their mental connection, unwilling to depart from his cock already again. ‘One more blowjob, then shower sex, then go? How much longer is the day? Do we have time for that and time for other stuff?’

“It’s only sixteen hours, lots of time until midnight,” John told her. “If you want to start our date by sucking me off, I won’t be protesting.”

‘Every day is like a date with you and everyone, so why not, I say? I like sucking this, it’s big and hard and it goes sooo niiiiceee and deeeeeeeeep,’ the last words were emphasized as Sylph slid down his member.

“The thing with that is that I’m not good with your serious stuff. You know who I am and all that and that I don’t like to think too hard about complicated stuff because I don’t really get it. Like, why bother with all of this society and hierarchy stuff? We can just be happy, I know we can. You insist on making more than us happy and I don’t really get it. I’m kind of selfish that way, I know, but I don’t really feel like we’re supposed to be responsible at all for anyone who isn’t our friend. I think we can just all play along, you know?”

John nodded. Although he thought that was beyond idealistic thinking, he knew the kind of mindset she was getting at. The problem here wasn’t that Sylph was naïve, she had been in enough conflicts to know that ‘playing along’ meant that there would be violence at times. The idealism of this worldview stemmed from assuming everyone else would actually follow the same rules. Even if they somehow peacefully disassembled society, someone would come along and make a new one. It was either that or they would be swallowed up by outside pressures.

What was true, however, was that the Gamer could become strong enough as an individual force to not care about organizations. While the world Sylph imagined for everyone could never come to fruition, they could live by its rules regardless, because they were so powerful that they could bend the world to their desires.

“But I get what you’re doing, it’s kinda awesome seeing it happen too. Being with ya almost from the start, from that little house in nowhere to living in that big, biiiiig Palace now, it’s super, duper awesome!” Sylph stretched her hands up into the air and drew an arch into the air by pulling them apart. “It’s just that you aren’t that same guy from back then and that’s kinda hard to deal with sometimes. When I came to you, there was only what you wanted to do. Fighting the Bloodfallen? Your decision on your desires. Saving cute, adorable Jane from then very scary Thana, or Eliza, or Elana, or Eliana, dunno, name, that was aaaaalll you. Even when we went to help butt sluuuuuu...”

Sylph got hung up on the last syllable of that word as John gave her a somewhat concerned glance. The insult she was currently voicing was one thing, taking jabs at Lydia’s fixation on taking it up the ass was basically tradition, but doing so in a decently visited public area was another matter entirely. The queen had enough to do without a mindless mention causing a media storm. John continued to be a hot-topic in the Abyss. It was only getting worse with time, in fact, due to Fusion’s continuous expansion. It wasn’t every day that one got to witness the rise of a new world power and so the demand for news was high. Which negatively impacted Lydia a number of times a month.

“Uuuuuuugging-super-duper-omega-awesome empress of the universe and all other stuffs...” Sylph, distantly aware that she had to be careful but not with such detailed reasoning, continued, “...even when we were with her, we still had lots of time to do what WE wanted. Most of our time was playing or training or having awesome amounts of sex and stuff. Then we came over here and you wanted to build stuff that now forces you to do things you don’t want to do just so we can do the things we want to do, while not leaving us as much time to do other stuff. You changed since then, because of all that serious stuff.”

“Did I change for the worse?” John asked more intrigued than worried. Sylph let all of this flow without any accusation, demands or even as much as a hint of annoyance in her tone. Those were her honest feelings, but she didn’t condemn him because of the changes.

“Yeeaaahnnnoooo?” Sylph’s answer was decisively indecisive. “I don’t like it when you don’t have time for dances and cookies. I don’t like it when you sit in your office. I do kinda like it when I sit under your desk and I do like that you do shape a country, that’s all impressive and cool and stuff. I just yearn – yearn, that’s a silly word – yearn for those simpler times. I also don’t want them back though.”

She finally hovered out of his hands, only to twirl around in the air and take them. Now she pulled him along, not to walk, but to pirouette. He still remembered that day on the ice rink, when he had danced with her to the tune of a fairy orchestra. Thinking back, that travel back from Europe had truly been the last period in his life in which he had no responsibilities. “Why don’t you want them back then?” John hummed, as he was led along, dancing in the public as if that was the most normal thing in the world.

“Because,” the thunderstorm elemental spoke in slow and thoughtful words, “even if our time is less, it still is there. You have so many girls and you find time for us. You treat us all to a wonderful life. Even if you work your work, you still worry for us. Where you can, you give us little treats. What time we have is so much more precious and the path that you make is going to come to an end eventually. One day you will have done most of the work and then I’ll still be here, right? I’ll be there to be whimsical and fun when you need it, so you be serious and sweet and sometimes whimsical with me. Because I love you when you’re just with me, because I love you when you are with all of us, I can love you even when you do that serious, boring, dull, dull, dull stuff.”

“How patient of you,” John hummed in approval as they took three more steps and twirled out of the way of a taxi. It was one of the first cars on the Guild Hall, a test run. As for more words, he had none.

Sylph was one of his loves. She was imperfect. She spoke too much, she was chaotic, she was addicted to sweets and couldn’t always read the room. He was the man that loved her. He was imperfect. He worked too much, he was an overthinker, he was addicted to sex and his pride drove him to chase things other than the happiness of his girls. Of course, there were things about the other that they didn’t like. What relationship was without its flaws? What web of relationships such as John’s with his harem could be?

They managed to dance and soberly talk through their troubles. How? Through a mix of extreme Charisma, mental connections and the luck of having found girls so willing to love him alongside others and, ultimately, each other. Happy with life and forgetting the people all around him, John laughed and indulged in the dance.

“John Newman!”



Until a voice with a French accent pulled him back into reality.