Chapter 892 – What lays beyond the border

Chapter 892 – What lays beyond the border

“Just one more,” Metra begged when they were almost at the Palace. “One more giant attack and then I am done testing!”

John looked at the First of Wrath. Her skin was covered in sweat (or the Artificial Spirit equivalent thereof) from the steady mix of combat and sex, her clothes and hair in a dishevelled state past the usual carelessness. Despite her pronounced tomboy appearance and the raw sexual energy that she exuded, she managed to give him an adorable, pleading look by lowering her head and pushing her lower lip out the slightest bit. It was one of those moments where John was reminded that Metra’s body was roughly shaped in Rave’s likeness, as the First of Wrath copied the begging expression masterfully.

“...Fine,” John relented, feeling his reason surrender to his love. ‘This is how men ruin themselves... Well, I am reasonably certain she won’t file a divorce claim for 50% of my stuff after she took advantage of me for thirty years. She’s given me too much in return.’ “But you aren’t punching me this time, my HP is getting too low for this,” he managed to at least put his safety first.

“Just the ground then,” the beautiful blonde berserker babbled blithely and walked towards the nearest tip of the star. Halfway there she stopped, grabbed Rex Magnar with both hands and extended it behind her. The head of the weapon was close to the ground, spike pointing downwards. Slowly inhaling, Metra planted down her feet and exhaled. Excited drumming and shredded guitar sounds echoed quietly as small tongues of fire and lightning danced out of the back of the weapon.

With a mighty scream, Metra swung. An explosion of heat burst from the back, accelerating the descent of the weapon. John stumbled half a step to the left when the ground was struck by the full potential weight of Rex Magnar. There was a moment of silence. Then a loud crack.

“Whoops,” Metra said, before the upper corner of the star fort’s tip became loose and slid down. Falling several metres, tons of mostly joined rock and dirt slammed into the crystal-clear water, disturbing the surface with a massive splash. The gleeful grin on her face and the oddly satisfied guitar notes did not serve to make John believe she felt bad about what she just did in any capacity.

The Gamer stepped forwards to look at the full extent of the damage. The split the attack had caused went about halfway down the tall wall and a quarter along the side. It wasn’t so dramatic that the entire spike of the star fort had been destroyed, rather, it looked like a chipped tooth. Spanking Metra’s ass, he made her moan in strong delight.

“Battle-horny tomboy,” he scolded her.

“Yuuuuuu-p,” the First of Wrath just said and earned herself a second slap on her behind.

“Put away Rex Magnar and then go to the Sex Dungeon. Prepare your backdoor and wait for me the proper way.” He spanked her a third time and then watched her walk away with her butt swaying. It wasn’t going to be much of a punishment, but it also wasn’t much of an issue. Unsightly as it was, the damage would fix itself. He could spend money to accelerate the process. For something as inconsequential as this, that wasn’t worth the cost. ‘Our destructive power increases ever more,’ John thought. ‘I really need to be careful with that...’

That was a thing to ponder after he had his fun.

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The weekend came and went with an absurd amount of paperwork. Between the integration of the last East Coast bits, the Adventure and the weapon testing, a lot of John’s regular official work had been left in the dust and now came back to bite him. By working through Sunday, he managed to catch up with things. Monday, he still had more work than usual because he was dealing with both what he would usually be faced with and the complications of binding the new areas into the Federation.

“A little waste, but for the better,” Siena sighed. “Had I met you at that point, I would have sliced your gut open.” She looked over the binders full of administrative information and pulled one out at random, looking over the information therein. “And you would never have been able to save me.”

“Save you,” John hummed, while hammering a barely courteous message into the computer. It was about someone criticizing that he had to be elected more than once while the Gamer got to reign however long he wished. Finding differences between the representative of a local community and the head and founder of the entire federation was rather easy. “You mean that I saved you from your toxic mindset, right? Is that why you call me saviour sometimes?”

“Yes,” Siena responded without shame, flicking through the documents. “I don’t need to remind you that your first reprimands fell on deaf ears. Once it started to dawn on me that you had a point, I... didn’t like it. Nobody likes realizing they have been wrong for much of their life. Now that it has sunk in and I see your success, I feel elated. Liberated. Your way isn’t perfect. It is an improvement from mine. My desires to torture, they are... less pressing, and in their absence, I have more room to love you.” She looked over her shoulder with a large smile, revealing her sharp teeth. “A thoroughly more pleasing life, my love – my saviour.”

“I like it when you call me that.” John smiled.

“A reward for moments in which you satisfy me,” Siena snickered while closing the binder and putting it back. She turned towards him. He barely looked at her, too focused to continue his work and earn whatever she had in mind for him. When her tail wrapped around his neck, he was pulled to the side. “Don’t misunderstand, John,” her sexual voice was as sharp as the claw she placed under his chin, “we both know that there is absolute scum out there. For them, I reserve my hatred.”

“There is indeed, and if we find them, I will allow you to act,” John assured her. They shared a long gaze, then she nodded contently.

Perhaps that would have been the moment at which he got that reward, but instead he heard hasty steps close in on his office. Siena let go of him and a latex-like material exuded from her skin. It covered her arms up to the shoulders, the legs up to the upper thighs and most of her torso. It was almost as sexy as her naked body, but it did hide the indecent bits.

“Shy?” he asked her jokingly, while equipping his own pants.

“Choosing who I grace with the full greatness of my body,” Siena responded and turned towards the windows, opening one of them to let some fresh air in and blow the smell of sex out of the room. “If we were having sex, that would be one thing, but I am not going to be casually nude for one of your bureaucrats.”

“That does make sense.” He had just said that, as the phone on the table started to ring. The specific tune meant it was a message from one of the offices in Manhattan. Reaching for it, he gave Siena a nod to go for the door, which knocked a moment later. “John Newman here, how may I help you?” he asked.

“Mister President, this is the treasury. We just got a peculiar distress message, supposedly coming from the East Gestalt guild.”

John looked up to the door, where Siena talked to an administrator of the internal communications department. That person said effectively the same. Beatrice chimed into his thoughts, ‘Statement: this current message is found in the foreign office as well. I verified the message to the best of my ability before informing you.’

“Please tell me everything you can about this message,” John said into the phone, while calling out to all of his familiars and giving them certain tasks. Information gathering for most of them, but also to seek out Chemilia, Ted and Nia to mobilize a quick response force.



Something was moving beyond his realm.