Chapter 931 – A short talk with Maximillian

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Chapter 931 – A short talk with Maximillian

“Shut the hell up, buddy,” John laughed. “That did not happen.”

“No, I’m serious,” Maximillian responded while spreading some butter on his bagel. “I went to the Gobbo Nation and checked out the Great Sex Arena and requested to be the only man in a public orgy.”

“Who would invite you to an orgy?” the Gamer poked friendly fun at his buddy.

“A bunch of green-skins with big tits and standing at dick sucking height,” he said swiftly. “To name only the easiest crowd to be swayed by my sheer masculinity. More surprised that you didn’t ask about the Great Sex Arena.”

“I know the Nympholympics are a thing, so the fact that there is an arena for something like it doesn’t surprise me whatsoever,” John stated and leaned back into the fantastic cushion of Salamander’s bosom. Being a much greater boob enthusiast than he was, Maximillian had already done as much with his single date for tonight. She was the same elf, with the giant tits, that John had met before. It was fairly obvious they were only together for the lust of it. “I’ve actually been asked if I wanted to participate. Didn’t you watch my interview with Worlina?”

“Believe it or not, but I’m not interested in watching porn with you in it.”

“There is a sizable interview section that’s mostly safe for work.”

“Believe it or not, but I’m not interested in listening to your smug baritone for more than I have to,” Maximillian immediately switched to the next excuse. “Worlina is a fucking great dicksucker though.”

“I guess so,” John kept his answer brief, out of a mild feeling of discomfort. That the former king had also slept with the goblin interviewer was pretty unsurprising. Worlina was a slut in every sense of the word and promiscuity may as well have been her middle name. With her as with all other women John only had flings with, he preferred to know as little about their other partners as was possible.

Much like John’s aversion towards fucking his women in front of other people, even his friends, Maximillian chipped away at this barrier. “Are you not going to give me another lecture about how her blowjob skills are only a six out of ten, like you did for asses?”

“If I did, I couldn’t prove it,” John tried to steer away from the topic of Worlina. “I can show you the butts of my women and then we can agree what is and isn’t fantastic. I’m not about to let you test my claims that Nia gives way better head.” Normally, his prime example would be Lydia, but given the former relationship status of the two, that was another slightly awkward line for John.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t ask for it either,” Maximillian made clear with a dismissive wave. “Your women are your women – a slutty goblin is a slutty goblin. They seem to have one of the most sexual cultures on earth anyway.”

“Which is pretty interesting to me, to be honest,” the Gamer followed another non-Worlina route. “Goblin society is a fever dream. The men crave combat and business, the women crave sex and business. The men go out and become mercenaries, the women become prostitutes. Somehow that works out for all of them, and when they decide to settle down, they’re just loyal to each other. Unless there is some written agreement that they can see other partners or something.”

“And they still only have children with each other in those situations,” Maximillian added, while pouring himself a glass of the many offered juices. “Not that it matters much, female goblins only give birth to goblins, apparently.”

“If you tried to build a human nation on mercenaries and the prostitution of young women, that thing would go up in flames in less than ten years,” John put his thoughts out.

“Totally. What would you rate Worlina’s blowjobs, though, honestly speaking?” The grin with which the skilled actor ended his sentence clued John in that he was doing this very deliberately.

“That does sound like a good idea...” Maximillian hummed and looked up to his date. “What do you think?”

“Whatever sounds good to you,” the elf answered with a carefree smile.

John didn’t like that expression. It was all too obvious that this woman wasn’t invested in Maximillian’s future and therefore couldn’t give a damn what he spent his effort on. The gravity mage hummed with an empty face and turned away from his date. ‘Yeah, those two aren’t going to last a lot longer,’ the Gamer thought, feeling even more appreciative of his harem than usual. All their bantering, berating and even the devotion were signs that they cared. When Aclysia told him that she trusted his judgement, her smile would never have been so devoid of investment.

“Why not both?” Rave, stepping up to the table, suggested. “Come on, ya just got out of Hollywood. Not like ya don’t have time to spare. Try the triple elemental combo!”

“Hmmm,” Maximillian rubbed his chin, “I guess I could... but I also don’t know if this is wise regarding my future plans....”

John glanced at the date, considered being respectful, but decided that it wasn’t going to matter. “You mean the bit where you want to have just one partner when you are actually married?”

“That was how I aim to live my life, yes,” Maximillian fingers moved further to scratch his neck. “At least I wanted to carefully consider whether this polyamory is sustainable in a relationship. Not everyone can or wants to live like you.”

John glanced over to a certain French woman. “No need to tell me.” His gaze returned to Maximillian and he grinned. “If you were me, you could also consider just marrying the elementals. I have my ways to get them pregnant.”

“Yes, yes, no need to lord your superiority over the rest of us superhumans.” Maximillian waved a number of times. “I am seriously thinking about practicing other elements, regardless of what spirits I might contract. Diversifying and expanding my powers sounds smart... especially in times like this.”

“It is,” John affirmed. There were three reasons why Maximillian was there in the first place. The obvious one was that John had invited him. The second was that he, as planned, had recently broken with Hollywood and was now reorienting himself. The third was that he wasn’t foolish enough to live somewhere isolated while Lorylim were on the prowl. Until further notice, the self-exiled king was going to stay around the Hudson Barrier. Potentially, he was going to serve as a broker between John and parts of the Sons of Rome. The Gamer was still intending to build a coalition against the corrupting threat.

“I was gonna take a trip over the Elemental Islands over the next couple days,” Rave chimed in again. “Cappy and I are looking into whether or not we can boost him to Tier 4. Maybe ya should tag along?” The Lightbearer nodded at Salamander. “I’m sure one of us can introduce ya to the elementals that hang around. Ya should get some basic idea about the magic types out of it, if nothing else.”

“That... sounds like a good idea.”

“What’re ya sounding surprised for, huh?” Rave asked in a playfully challenging fashion. “I’m the icon of femininity, I’ll have ya know, I give great advice!”

“Careful, your pride is swelling faster than mine,” John giggled. “You’ve only been giving interviews for a week.”

He had more to say on the matter, but a new group of arrivals caught his attention. They seemed out of place. Their clothes weren’t as fine, they didn’t wear them ‘properly’ and just generally they looked like deer in the headlights.



The most important guests had arrived.