Chapter 958 – Humble Start

Chapter 958 – Humble Start

They stayed behind the crystals for a little longer, only to cuddle and exchange information on how their day was going. Despite their mental connection, they only knew the rough of it. Keeping tabs on each other on every waking moment was impractical and would have limited their interactions quite a bit. Talks were somewhat boring if topics discussed had already been experienced through the other.

Therefore, it was better to keep the other’s thoughts close enough to only feel strong emotional development. They knew when there was danger or something else noteworthy, and could shift their mental gaze to inspect on such an occasion. Otherwise, they stayed away or only did random check-ups.

“Could happen,” was all Undine had to say regarding the Lee situation. She shared John’s perspective that it was useless to speculate after only the first meeting. She also shared Aclysia’s perspective that, if Lee was the initiator, Magoi and Mabirl would have to live with it.

“Could happen, indeed,” John just agreed and kept cuddling her. Because of the environment, he had put his clothes back on. Otherwise, they were as close as possible. Her back rested against his chest, and even if the semi-wet ground and the hard surface of the crystal didn’t make for a particularly comfortable seat, he took it happily if it meant he got to hold her.

Most of her body was squishy and that made holding her a peculiar and interesting experience. If he tried to squeeze her as tight as he would have Eliza, Undine would have been deformed. That was entertaining, but not the goal of the exercise. John had to moderate his strength to enjoy her gooey consistency to the maximum. Alternatively, the slime girl could have increased her density until that issue ceased, but he’d rather do it his way. It just felt more satisfying, plus her boobs and butt felt absolutely fantastic at this level. They had the heat and the softness of flesh and retained the feeling that he was handling a slime girl.

Much as John enjoyed the bodies of human women, the reason to have monster girls in his harem was to enjoy all of their unique traits.

Running a hand through her hair, John indulged in the feeling. It was as if he was parting a soft stream of liquid silk with his fingers. “Every part of you is so beautiful,” John mumbled, his fingers trailing around the smooth membrane of her neck and down the path of her scars. “I love all of this.” Undine turned her head 180 degrees and raised an eyebrow. John laughed. He had long since grown insensitive to such displays. He didn’t want them in the bedroom, but in casual conversation they didn’t creep him out. “Don’t make things weird when I compliment you.”

“No,” Undine kept her answer short, her head rotating back to normal. She repositioned herself slightly to rub more of her body against him. It was less of a sexual gesture than it was an attempt to optimize their cuddling. Then she began to sing a little song for him. It had no words. Undine was usually more comfortable just singing notes and she insisted that she wasn’t great at improvising texts anyway.

John didn’t share that conviction. Neither did Siena, Eliza, or anyone else that had ever spent any time making music with her. ‘Maybe I should go to a studio with her sometime,’ the Gamer thought. ‘Not for anything useful, just as a date. It’d probably be fun to make her frustrated at how awful I am at singing.’ He didn’t bother suggesting that to her. Enjoying her song for a little while was a much preferable way to keep their moment. When there was a break in her song, he softly suggested, “Shall we head back?”

The moans had ebbed away a little while ago, so Maximillian was probably done over there. A particularly heckling part of John’s mind insisted that it was a problem that the gravity mage had lasted longer than himself. Reasonably, Maximillian not only had a larger crowd to satisfy, naturally adding to the time, but John also could have continued for as long as he wanted if he and Undine had so desired.

‘We’ll just continue later,’ he told that horny, prideful part of himself and spied around the crystal. Maximillian was where he had left him, together with only the twin pair of white-blue slime girls. “Your favourite won,” the Gamer told Undine while waving at Maximillian.

“There is no victory in teaching alone,” the songstress responded.

The Gamer took that for what it was worth. When he had reached his friend, he switched to a more sarcastic tone. “So, you chose the one that could sit on your face and your dick at the same time, huh?”

“That was a motivating factor,” Maximillian freely admitted, “but it’s not as if I just fucked them and immediately made my decision, buddy.”

“Sure, sure.” John waved off, as if he didn’t believe that at all.

“”It is true,”” the duet of Laralia chimed in.

She continued with this back and forth of her voices for a solid ten minutes. The intertwining of positive and negative messaging was a trend that went throughout all of it. Already, this seemed more professional than the hurried attempts at getting random elementals to teach Maximillian which Rave had described.

“Now, reach for your magic.” “Let it flow up your arm.” “You are strong.” “You are talented.” “This is new, but this step is old.” “Let it exude from your palm.” “Mana seeps from your body into the water.” “Keep it useless.” “Do not use what you already know.”

The last two sentences came in response to bubbles rising from the water. Not the hollow soap bubble variety, but spherical drops of water. They started to rise as if the surface of the puddle was in contact with outer space. When Maximillian discontinued that magic, they all fell back down.

“It is something new you seek to learn.” “Water and shadow are closely related.” “Gravity affects earth and water more than air and fire.” “Your mana must be less weighty, Max.” “Keep it simple, for now, keep it close to your skin.” “Your skin is a membrane.” “A membrane you can extend.” “Extend it from your palm.” “Just a little bit.” “Shape the mana from your palm, concentrate it as a barrier.” “The membrane between the water and your water.” “”Raise your hand.””

The unified voices demanded to be obeyed and Maximillian obliged. His hand slowly rose from the puddle. Water dripped from it, as could be expected, but a notable amount stuck to the bottom of his palm. It stayed like a thick layer of translucent skin.

“You kept your eyes closed, good.” “You know to listen only to what is said.” “Slowly turn your hand around.” “Keep the mana steady.” “Do not let the water move.” “Do not let it-“ Laralia stopped when the surface of the water suddenly returned to regular and the liquid ran down Maximillian’s palm.

The gravity mage clicked his tongue. “I slipped up there,” he admitted, but still kept his eyes closed. “Do I repeat the same process?”

““Yes.”” Laralia’s duet guided him through the first steps. They had to try two more times, until Maximillian successfully managed to turn his hand without the water returning to its natural state in the process. “Good, you’re doing well.” “Your prior knowledge aids you.” “You keep your emotions under control.” “Your frustration is well masked, ready to be unleashed at what deserves it.” “Keep it for now, those thoughts have their uses.” “Keep control.” “Expand the membrane you have created.” “Put it between your skin and the water.” “It is still your membrane.” “It is still your water.” “Make it rise.” “Move the membrane of the water and the water will follow.”

What started to rise from Maximillian’s hand could best be described as the soggy pancake of magic. It certainly was magic and the water did certainly rise a few centimetres. It had an unsteady, flat shape, sloshed around like a water balloon suffering from vertigo, and finally collapsed again. Regardless, it had happened.

“”Open your eyes,”” Laralia said.

Maximillian obeyed there again and was quickly met with both bodies leaning in and placing a kiss on each of his cheeks. “I take it that I am doing well?” he asked with a charming smile.

“”Very well, Max. You apply your prior knowledge with great understanding,”” the gemini elemental responded in duet. “”These are the basics. From here, it is repetition, learning and acquisition of skill. To learn to form water. To learn to move without first touching it. To make these processes subconscious.””

“A good thing that I plan to spend my day here, then,” Maximillian remarked and glanced over to John, when the Gamer started moving.

“That was interesting, but I think this is where I best take my leave,” he explained the obvious. “Undine will check up on you every now and again. When you want to use the teleporter to go home, just tell her.”

“Will do... thanks for the opportunity, buddy.”



“Don’t mention it.” John waved goodbye, for now.