Chapter 880 – The least lonely man – for once alone.

Chapter 880 – The least lonely man – for once alone.

John was absolutely, undoubtedly, certainly on his own.

Just as he had wanted, he had fucked his girls to a state that could well be described as ‘sexually broken’. It wasn’t the first time he had done so, and unlike what hentai might indicate, he hadn’t given them so many orgasms that they became completely different people. The only time he had managed to noticeably alter a part of a woman’s character was when he had fucked Metra so hard she became a proper submissive on his birthday, and that was, arguably, a change that had been bubbling under the surface.

No, it was simply that he had taken them all so thoroughly, their minds (and to some extent bodies) were in utter shambles. Logic was a faraway concept for them and their pleasure receptors had been so thoroughly overloaded that they would take a bit to recalibrate. Trying to hold a conversation with any of them was a thing of weak and delayed answers to the most basic of questions. When he helped them walk, he could get them somewhere, but they would need several hours of rest before they could think about moving normally again.

Under these circumstances, John had spent the two hours following their orgy getting them all to the shower room, helping them clean themselves up, get them to drink a fair bit of water, tugging them into bed and then giving each of them an individual good night cuddle, complete with little vows of his love for them tailored to the way he felt about each of them. Even with two bodies, doing all of that for thirteen girls (Nathalia’s avatar had burned out at the end of the orgy), cost a lot of time.

By the end of that process, each girl was at least able to listen to him making those vows, but they also fell asleep instantly afterwards. Even those that didn’t have a physical need to rest were knocked out. Their minds needed that little reset that sleep provided. Maybe even more than that, but they would see about that in the morning.

John had gotten his girls into these states before. Admittedly not all of them at the same time, but individually each of them had been put into that over-fucked state at least once. All it took was a day where they felt like whipping Cumslut out or only a few girls having time to tend to him when he had an exceedingly horny day. A few hours of constant fucking and him indulging in the ecstasy of watching the sharp minds of his girls devolve into something that couldn’t even pronounce the word ‘cock’ was scratching all of his most debauched itches.

The haremettes also liked it. John could only take their word for it, but apparently being in that state was like being surrounded by fuzzy clouds, drunk and completely awake at the same time – plus the constant orgasms. It was apparently a great stress reliever (which wasn’t too surprising given the amount of endorphin that must get released during all of that) and the sleep they got afterwards was expectantly deep. Long too, which was a bit of an issue. John didn’t expect any of the girls to wake up in under ten hours, not even Eliza or Metra.

When they eventually did, they would be sore, if their bodies were capable of feeling such a thing, and they would need to get used to controlling their motor functions again. They would also be adorably impressible, because their brains were still partly shut-off. John had tried (purely for science, one had to understand) how far that would go and once asked Lydia if she would gift him the Protectorate of Prussia. She had told him to shove it, in slightly more diplomatic words. Much like hypnotized people, it was impossible to get them to do something they truly didn’t want to.

Once they managed to get out of bed came the urgent need for sustenance – fluid replacement in particular. A thorough meal later, they would need another nap and then they were (mostly) back to normal. The main part of the recovery lasted about a day.

Of course, there were also the occasional aftershock-lite spasms, the intense aching for his cock, remembering the taste of his seed, yearning for his touch, getting a sudden rush of desire from a surfacing memory of the encounter, and so on. Nothing a bit of willpower couldn’t handle, especially since sub-drop was no longer among these symptoms of being ‘sexually broken’.

All in all, it wasn’t a horrible condition to be in, at least not with the Gamer being around and willing to help them through all of what he had so gleefully caused. It was just time consuming and often left them unable to properly work the next few days. Oddly enough, they were also usually more needy after they had recovered. One would think that satisfying them so thoroughly would sate them for a couple of days, but once they were no longer exhausted, they really wanted it.

Which would be very interesting given that John was now looking at a week without any of his Pleasure Output bonuses and then at more days with them coming back one by one.

As the Smash Ultimate player talked about the funny forward aerial, John opened his menu. Maybe it would have been better to wait with his Perk choices until his girls were back up to advise him. However, he just felt like giving himself these final two boons on a day of awesome happenings. If he was stuck on a decision, he would just not make it.



The eighth Perk of the Gamer Class was a choice John found easy to make, but still regretted to have to make. There was absolutely no way he would forego the Stat Scaling Increase. It was simply too good to pass up on, even without the retroactive application. Given previous Perks, that might very well come up, so at worst John got 700 more Stats until his max level and at best he got an additional burst of 300 sometime soon. Both were substantial.

Regardless, Fateweaving Rope was something he would have very much appreciated to have. Not being reliant on Magoi to safely enter a Raid would be quite nice. Because he had such ready access to the High Fateweaver, his less-but-still-capable son Magnus, an entire school of upcoming barrier specialists and his own Fateweaver Class that would, doubtlessly, give him something similar eventually, the choice just wasn’t pressing enough to make it.

Real Engine sounded like an incredibly dangerous tool to have, given the loyalty bit, but also incredibly interesting. The potential upsides to having a number of the incredibly powerful Raid bosses on his side were numerous and taking whatever friends he made during Kingdom Adventures back with him as well was nice.

Still, John went with the reliable and predictable choice. A Raid boss might as well go on a rampage once they escaped from their programmed reality and there was no guarantee John would ever make such friends in the Kingdoms or that they would want to come live with him in an entirely different dimension that left them unable to access their original home.

With any luck, he would get a Perk that did similar things in the future.



Again, the choice was obvious. This time, John felt less conflicted. Fateweaving Rope was still good, but not good enough. Accelerationism was interesting, there was no doubt about it, and there was a good argument to be made that he needed to get stronger quickly. Getting the next 200 levels in half the time, roughly, had the potential to make the unification of the USA a smooth endeavour.

However, John already felt powerful enough that he could achieve this goal. He was already among the top one-thousand strongest beings on the planet, if not the top hundred. Those who he still had to fear where in or above the level range that Accelerationism would debuff him for. It fixed an issue he currently didn’t have and then created one later on.

‘The more I think about it, the more it’s actually sort of bad...’ John thought and scratched his head. ‘Well, there is no way I won’t take the Class Level Scaling Increase anyway. This is exactly what I wanted and, honestly, kind of ridiculous.’

Having picked that Perk, John only needed two more levels to get to the final Gamer Perk.



And he had a rough idea of how to get those.