Chapter 872 – To the meeting

Chapter 872 – To the meeting

The weekend came and went without unexpected developments. Monday noon, the Gamer, along with a fair number of his girls, teleported to the White House. From there, they went to another part of town where John had rented a place to store his cars at. It was a sizable garage filled with automobiles of the regular and magical variety. He shared the building with a couple other people of influence, Magoi, Chemilia and Ted to name a few, to have a convenient place to keep their cars away from mundane eyes. It was a recently founded service that had sought out John and he was happy with it so far. Aside from providing a parking space, they also kept the cars clean and had emergency mechanics on hand. In return, they got a sizable bit of rent.

John needed all of that, since his car collection had only grown. He owned a duplicate of almost every kind of vehicle, from trucks to bubble cars, one of which he kept here in DC and the other around the mundane side of New York. The only thing he did not have two of was the vehicle they stepped towards right now.

From the outside, it was one beast of a bus. It was several metres tall and more than twice as long as a regular car. That still put it on the shorter side as far as buses were concerned, a deliberate decision. The longer the bus, the harder it would be to manoeuvre through inner city roads, with or without a flexible middle segment. As it currently was, the rectangular vehicle still managed to drive on four wheels. Low bridges would be more of a concern than intersections.

The entire thing was of a sleek design. Sturdy, dark blue coverings, massive wheels of thick rubber, black painted bits of the barely visible chassis and darkened windows all combined for the feeling of a real celebrity vehicle. For all of its elegant design and rounded corners, the bus sadly couldn’t completely shake off the feeling of a bread bin. The amount of extra that would have been needed to introduce to the outside to destroy that impression would have made it unfit for the road.

“Beatrice, you’re driving,” the Gamer decided, while pulling the key to that truck out of his inventory. It was more of a remote with a metal stick attached than an actual key. A single press and the two doors of the bus unlocked, both at the right side of the bus, one at the driver’s cabin and one towards the back. There was also a hatch at the side for a store room used for backpacks and the like, but none of them had anything to put in there.

To get inside faster, they separated into two groups. John, Aclysia, Beatrice, Nia and Rave went in through the front, Gnome, Undine, Salamander, Siena and Sylph through the back. Leading the way, John walked up the staircase that brought him to the driver’s seat. There was a single passenger seat next to it, existing purely so the driver could get some company. The driver’s cabin was equipped with all sorts of goodies and technical equipment for comfort, driving security and adjusting the living conditions inside the actual truck. All of the buttons were smoothly integrated into the plastic coverings. Faux wood broke up the monotony of simple black.

Beatrice took the key from John and sat down on the driver’s seat. John was momentarily enamoured with the way her fat ass spilled on the leather, then he managed to be instead enticed by the butt of Aclysia as she walked past him and into the living area of the custom-built bus. Both of them were wearing tight pants, making the displays just so mouth watering.

“Aclysia will replace you after the first hour,” John informed her.

“Statement: I am anticipating my turn to be fucked,” Beatrice bluntly responded while she adjusted the seat to fit her perfectly.

The driver’s cabin was separated from the inside of the truck by a door. It led into a mundanely large mobile home area. There was a table, a small kitchen, a sofa, and a staircase that led up to the second story, all crammed together into the size of the truck alongside a bedroom, a bathroom and other necessary bits. All of it was luxurious and spacious enough that John felt he could have lived in this bus without any issues. Regardless, it wasn’t the true extent of space available. It was the mana free front if they should ever be inspected for whatever reason.

On the opposite side of the wall, technically behind Beatrice, was a control panel. There were the usual buttons for heat control, airflow and the like. One button, enchanted to be invisible to mundane eyes, depicted an expanding square. John pressed it and then walked away. The room they were in didn’t change; it would have eliminated the reason to have a front if it changed into what they needed to hide. Instead, they headed upstairs.

They had to go through another door at the top of the staircase. Folded spaces were more mana efficient the better they were sealed off from the outside world. More than five times larger than it should have been, the apartment they then entered into had another kitchen, couch, bedroom and everything they could have wanted, just without the cramped feeling.

A large mana generator was set inside one of the walls, clearly visible from any position of the room. A blue LED bar next to it indicated how well-charged the car was. An industry grade mana battery was used to fuel both the dimensional folding and the engine. Albeit the bus was completely able to run on gas as well, mana was just more convenient. It was necessary to keep the Mobile Barrier running as well.

The display had them down to their last third, so John strolled over and offered some of his mana to be absorbed. He had to just let the machine take what it needed, rather than actively pouring himself. Doing so could have busted the entire thing, due to the absurd amount of magical energy he had.

Most of the girls spread through the room, inspecting things. The furniture of the room was generally of some variety of plastic or other light material. At the same time, everything that could be bolted in place was. The idea behind those design decisions was to minimize the harm that could come from a crash. A broken off piece of steel propelled to the speed of a car was something that could harm even the superhumans inside the car, as they currently were. That aside, it would just be a mess to clean up everything if they ever needed to apply the emergency brakes.

“I’m going to chat with Beatrice,” Undine announced, currently in her gothic beauty shape, and turned to walk back down the stairs.

“Ya mean you’re going to friendly silence at each other,” Rave joked.

“There are only three seasons, silly,” Rave said and counted on her hands. “First, there is winter, which sucks and is cold and rainy and snowy.” She extended her index finger. Her thumb followed directly after. “B, there is pre-summer, which is a bit better but still not hot enough.” She pulled the index finger in again and turned her hand into a thumbs-up. “Finally, there is summer, which is the only good time of the year.”

John had nothing to respond and was distracted by Siena suddenly pressing against his left side anyway. “If you want a kiss, I can fill the part.” Her seductively smooth voice reignited his horniness and happily he pulled towards her. Full lips parted to reveal dangerous fangs. “I love you too.” She held onto his arm and pressed her boobs against his shoulder. “You’re too attractive and too powerful to be compared to any other man...” their lips were almost touching, “...daddy.”

John pulled back, his boner successfully weakened and a giggling Siena dancing away from him. “What is this poison you’re trying to inject into my mind?!” he roared. Around him, a steady buzzing began to shake the room. The bus had finally started moving. “Seriously, where did my harem of willing sex slaves go? All of you were ‘let’s suck master’s cock’ last time we had sex in a car! Can we go back to that?”

Rave’s response was to laugh along with Siena; Sylph and Salamander joined in as well. Grumbling, John decided to stay with the good girls for now and settled on the couch with Aclysia and Gnome. “I would never deny you kisses, Master,” the weaponized maid whispered before he claimed her lips. That was a little bit of relief, at least.

“I-I honestly thought it was kind of funny,” Gnome let her thoughts be known, even as she offered herself for kisses with barely hidden want.

“I, too, enjoy the occasional toying with Master,” Aclysia added, while John’s tongue wrestled with that of the autumn elemental. “Admittedly, I would rarely do so myself. Serving you is my ultimate happiness.”

“Ya fucking know he likes it.” Salamander grinned, walking towards the couch and giving John something new to apply his lips to by bowing forwards. Her massive tits dangled in front of him. There was so much plot to put his face into.

“I absholutehly hate it,” his muffled voice rang out from inside of her cleavage. He was pulled in deeper by Salamander, who ran her fingers through his hair. She radiated heat, accelerating the process of warming up the room to the Rave-approved levels.

“Sure you do, stud.” She grinned, showing her own fangs.

John was distantly aware of another pair of hands, Nia judging by the calm movements of the slender fingers, opening the zipper of his pants. Moments later, his erection was deep inside her throat. ‘And here I wanted to take it slow, but no, surrounded by total nymphomaniacs,’ he sarcastically complained inside his mind. He managed to get his face out of Salamander’s boobs for long enough. “Aclysia, could you be a dear and prepare some food? We’ll be on the road for a while.”

“At once, Master,” the weaponized maid diligently responded, but inched away with a bit of a pout on her face.

“Aclysia, prepare us some food,” John repeated, this time as a command. “If I’m happy with you, I will give you a reward.”

“Gladly, Master,” she responded with more enthusiasm. Her body was already flushing due to the effect his orders had on her and the anticipation of the reward. Although she could have sex with him whenever they both wanted, which was all the time, she was still easily pleased by framing in such a fashion. Aclysia was a hardworking girl and she wanted to earn his affection. John loved her all the more for it.

“I’ll try to help ya,” Rave announced and followed Aclysia into the kitchen. “Gotta make myself useful sometimes.”

“Mistress, this will not be necessary,” the maid assured.

“Sure it ain’t, but I still wanna do it,” the Lightbearer returned, placing a quick kiss on the white-haired woman’s cheek. “Just tell me what to do. I can do some basic stuff. Also don’t call me mistress, ya lovable thing.”

“Alright, Jane.” Aclysia smiled, the two standing round butt to round butt in the kitchen.



It was going to be a very short drive.