Chapter 929 – To a simple expansion

Chapter 929 – To a simple expansion

“Ask me again,” Siena instructed, after the movement of her bubble-covered hand stopped. Her right still rolled John’s balls in her palm. Her soft breasts still rubbed against his back. Her tail continued to slide all over his soaped-up body. Her voice was right by his ear. “Did you not hear me? I told you to ask me again.”

With a sigh between desperation, lust and exasperation, John did his best to snap his wet fingers and asked, “Siena, are you my mistress?”

“Yes, I am,” she purred into his ear and resumed the pumping motions of his aching cock. Slow, tight strikes up and down his hard meatpole kept him close to the point of no return. “Do you crave release, hmm? Do you want me to stop edging you? Did you hope I would let you cum quicker when you told me that I had to ‘work for my release’?” She giggled and suddenly the speed of her hand intensified. “Cum for me, John. Cum all over the tiles!”

John had expected more teasing, but felt only relief at this sudden development. It washed over him like the hot water of the suddenly turned-on shower. His cum shot out into the air, accompanied by Siena’s orgasmic cries and the steady wet sounds of her handjob. After several minutes of edging, the load and the bliss he felt were equally above average.

‘Why did I even make that command?’ he asked himself as his orgasm started to subside. The answer was obvious. Because he was a completionist. Since the hypnotic suggestion of ‘are you my sex slave?’ existed, the counterpart needed to be made.

Despite his complaints, it wasn’t as if he actually disliked using the command. Getting the girls to be more dominant could be entertaining. With Siena, it changed fairly little. Already big on taking control and sadism, using the command on her only made her enjoy herself more, especially if it was paired with a relief command. Putting it on someone like Gnome was more interesting. Having the cuddle rock do her best to take charge of a situation was adorable in all the sexually charged ways.

“What the fuck, Siena?!” Eliza cried out, while the last drops of cum were wrung out of John’s cock and ran down the drain along the water that washed off the soap. “You can’t waste John’s seed like that, I fucking need that!”

“It’s still not time for you to get pregnant,” Siena responded.

“That’s not the point, Shadow the Edgehog, it tastes fucking fantastic!” Eliza continued her complaints. “At least tell me when you make him cum next time so I can drink that shit!”

“That would be a reward he hasn’t earned,” Siena hummed.

“I’m about to claim what I deserve,” John growled warningly, done with being submissive for the day. “If I had more time, I’d push you against the wall and fuck your ass until you pass out.”

“We can try that later,” Siena laughed.

“As for you,” John stared at Eliza and then nodded towards the floor, “if you want any of that cum, you know what to do.”

“Hmm...hehe...ehehehe...” Eliza stepped out from under her own shower and into the middle of the shower room. Soon she got down on all fours and started licking what she could find of his cum off the bathroom tiles. Thanks to Aclysia’s steady work, the Gamer had no doubt that the floor was as clean as the plates they ate from. “Yesshhhh,” the blood mage panted while the enchanted taste of his seed gave her a few light orgasms.

Watching the submissive degrade herself like that made John a whole lot happier. If they hadn’t had somewhere to be, he would have walked over and fucked her round ass. As it was, he let Siena massage every inch of him until he was clean. That was another factor that tingled his dominant side. As much as she might have taken the lead in cleaning his dick, she was still giving him a service.

“Do I look good?” Nia asked John, twirling around once to show all of her.

“Always, and especially today,” the Gamer responded without missing a beat, getting a smile to bloom on her face. Then he glanced over to the clock. “As much as I would love to look at all of you, we have to get going. The host is the last person that should be late.”

That wasn’t entirely accurate, in this specific case he had hired so many helpers that most of the evening could have happened without him, but it would still look odd if he came in late. With all of the impeccably dressed gorgeous women in tow, the Gamer moved to the teleporters and soon they all emerged over at the Fusion Capitol.

The teleporter was set inside the Dome of Power, the place in the capitol where the upper house of Fusion’s federal government, the House of Exceptionals, held its sessions. It was a circular building in the neoclassical style that had also been used for the White House. In practice, this meant that there were a lot of roman-esque pillars and an impressive dome on top of it all, giving the building its name.

The corridors that connected the large hall in the centre with the offices that every member of the House of Exceptionals was given for their government work were empty. Not in the sense of decorations, the walls themselves were works of art and slowly being filled with artworks and podiums for statues. Simply, there was nobody but John and his harem inside it. The same could not be said for the plaza they walked out to.

The Dome of Power was located at the centre of the rectangular green strip that interrupted the ring shape of the proper Fusion Capitol building. Two walkways led from the dome to the tips of the capitol, but John’s attention lay with the plaza at the centre of the circle. A large crowd filled it, buzzing around between stands and tables John walked towards without worry. The moment he was spotted, cheers broke out.

‘So, this is what 95% approval sounds like,’ John thought, taking his hand off Rave’s waist to wave at the people. The other hand still held onto Lydia. If the ruby-lipped queen attended the public event of a lesser power, she would have front row seats.

Two days had passed since John had been skeptical about his aggregated approval numbers. Since then, the only thing that could have made him believe in his popularity had happened: a sizable portion of land wanted to join Fusion of their own accord. They had come to him already agreeing on the minimum of Fusion’s constitutional demands, and with the worst elements of their local communities either exiled or captured, to be handed over to the authorities after things were made official.

A sharp observer could have pointed out the obvious: that John had done nothing to get this outcome. Since he had done nothing to create the situation, why should he get approval for it happening in the first place? It was a valid chain of reasoning, but it didn’t resonate properly with the human experience. Whether things went good or bad and whether or not they were involved at all, opinion on the leader always changed by the whims of the situation.

At this moment, the people of Fusion were on edge because they reportedly had an eldritch threat around them. However, things were going well, the economy was still flourishing, the government was taking measures that would let the people know they were being looked after (whether the measures worked or not was almost secondary), and nobody inside Fusion had died yet. The reveal of the secret information was what John had anticipated to crash his approval, but instead it had risen. After these recent developments dominating the news cycle, it had gone up a little bit more. It helped that he had decided to make a large event out of it. Seldom did one get the opportunity to celebrate peaceful expansion. That aside, John’s office wasn’t the appropriate place to decide such things. Both in terms of grandeur and because of legislative matters.

The absurdly high approval couldn’t last forever. Most approval polls asked the specific question if people were happy with the way he handled current ongoing situations. With nobody getting their head chomped off by Lorylim, approving of him was likely the default answer. The bad news was that concrete policies and time would wear that down. The good news was that going down from absurdly high approval meant he would still have very high approval.

“I must inquire on which cloud you are currently hovering,” Lydia asked, rubbing his back with gentle motions. They continued to walk until there was no longer stone under their feet but the thick cloth of the red carpet. It led them up a flight of stairs. “This must stroke your pride immensely.”

“It’s dangerously exhilarating,” the Gamer confessed and stopped at the top of the stairs. He turned around, looked down to the people that had a better life because of him. A saint would have been happy having accomplished that. John Newman would have lied had he said that the applause he got from simply waving at these people wasn’t part of the reason why he continued. He wanted to do the right thing and he wanted the glory. “I would say its cloud... sixty-nine.” He grinned at Lydia.

The queen rolled her eyes and pinched his buttocks. “A joker as you always are, my love,” she berated and nodded towards the large glass gate. Two guards stood there, waiting for their president to walk inside. “Will you be able to peel yourself away from the adoring masses?”



Just barely, he was.