Chapter 985 – Vacation Week 14 – Dangerous is the overly honest woman

Chapter 985 – Vacation Week 14 – Dangerous is the overly honest woman

John woke up in the midst of his harem.

His nostrils were a bit offended by what they found. Because they were all so diligent in their personal hygiene, the only smell in the bedroom was usually that of their shampoos or perfumes. That was before the morning orgies set in, admittedly.

This morning it reeked of cold smoke and sweat, creating a mixture that John could tolerate but would rather have banished from his private quarters. Since the penetrative smoke smell came from him, he could hardly blame his girls though. His clothes had cleaned themselves, but the stench still stuck to him, his hair most of all. He needed a shower.

He carefully maneuvered through the still deep asleep girls of his harem. When they had come home was beyond him and he didn’t want to disturb them anyway. A few touches here and there, he couldn’t resist. The last girl of the bunch was Eliza, who had slept at the very edge of the bed. She growled in her sleep, as John reached out to her. He took that to mean that she had a nightmare and got closer to soothingly pet her.

The growling turned louder, animalistic, serving as the warning John needed to save his fingers from the unconscious snap of Eliza’s sharp teeth. John backed away. The growling stopped and the pretty little psycho remained in her slumber. ‘I must smell really bad,’ he theorized and instead turned his gaze to the door.

The Mandala Sphere’s gaze, that was. Like usual in the morning, the Gamer used his Extension to give him elevated sight. He was in no rush to put in his lenses. Even without the out-of-body sight to rely on, he knew his home well enough to move through it blindly. The mild headache the alcohol left him with did nothing to change that.

‘I should shower first,’ he thought, as he entered the living room. He closed the door and flicked the light switch. Artificial light flooded the room, contrasting starkly with the winter morning darkness. ‘Can’t have it that I can’t touch my sweet little Eliza.’

“Hhhmmm,” the unwilling sound of waking up reached John’s ears, pulling him out of his thoughts. Hastily, he made the Mandala Sphere fly higher in the room, trying to find the source of the sound. It didn’t take long. Less than a step away from him, separated only by the backrest of the black leather couch she lay on, was Lee Magus - naked.

She was absolutely gorgeous.

Her curves were more delicious than John had guessed. Openly displayed by the girl who laid on her back, John could not help but devour the sight. Her breasts were b-cups, their shape firm and just enough meat to them that they looked fun to squeeze. The pink areola on top were nicely proportioned and harmonized with her pale skin.

Her midriff was a bit disappointing, courtesy of a lack of muscles present. John wasn’t big on overbearing muscles, but he didn’t like the absence of them either. Still, she was thin and her waist narrow. If her chest had been larger, she would have had quite the hourglass figure. What John was presented with instead was more to his personal tastes.

She had wide hips, giving her body that overall pear shape that John, as an ass man, delighted in. Thighs, a bit thin but long and smooth, caught his attention beyond that. Pussy lips of a more intense pink than her nipples sat between her legs. Basically, all of the little things he found suboptimal about her body could have been fixed with training effort. Her body was absolutely impeccable otherwise.

“Hrrrmmmm,” Lee let out a deep sound that brought John’s gaze back to her face.

Despite the doubtlessly rough night that had brought her here, her ebon wood hair looked no less flowing than usual. Given that her usual style was ‘minimal care’, this wasn’t exactly surprising. The hair framed her face beautifully, bangs and strands contrasting with her pale face, her pale pink lips slightly parted as she breathed. Her eyelids quivered, then opened.

Lee stared at him. John didn’t exactly stare back. He was facing in her direction, but he didn’t exactly make eye contact with her.

Shooting up, the young woman first looked down on herself, then looked over to John. Only when she looked him up and down did he remember that he was naked himself. He would have had ample time to tap the button in his inventory, had he not been so struck by her beauty. Now she was giving him the same treatment he had given her. Her eyes got stuck on his erect cock. It had started as morning wood, but its prolonged presence was only because of her.

“Morning,” Lee said, still staring at his cock. A hand crept between her thighs, but stopped before she actually got to hide or indecently touch anything.

“Morning,” John answered, purely because he could not think of anything else to say. There was not even an ounce of awkwardness in the air, just raw sexual tension. “Wild night?”

“Youuuuuuuu...” Lee drew out that word, blinking a number of times. Memories must have come flooding in, following the question. “You... yeah, you could say that... Scratch ‘could’ you definitely can say that. Wildest night in my life. Most booze too. The other girls told me I could sleep here.”

“You seem pretty fine,” John pointed out, an eyebrow raised.

“Yeah, don’t ask me.” Lee shrugged, making her pert tits shift and jiggle ever so slightly. “Dad always said he never got hangovers when he was young. Didn’t think I inherited that too.”

“You really only got the best genes from your parents, huh?” John mumbled in a more flirtatious tone than he had aimed for.

A slow grin spread on Lee’s face as she crossed her arm on top of the backrest and leaned up. At first towards him then, when she really noticed his milky brown eyes, towards the Mandala Sphere. She didn’t seem shocked by the display of his blindness. She was prepared for it or she didn’t care. Which one it was, the horny Gamer was in no state of mind to consider.

“If you think so,” she purred in an exceedingly feminine tone. A complicated mix of emotions swelled in John’s chest. Impatience, lust, infatuation and disbelief culminated in a frustrated sigh. “Something wrong?” Lee asked, back to her usual voice.

“Slightly or majorly, depending on how you look at it,” the Gamer sighed a second time. After the talk he had with Magnus yesterday, it felt wrong to put this off any further. “Lee, what are we doing here?”

“No fucking way,” Lee said, when they entered the changing area, isolated from the actual showers via a glass wall.

“How do you think an entire harem gets clean every day?” John asked her.

“There has to be a lot of sweating in this household,” Lee conceded the point and then stepped through the glass door John opened for her.

“I probably should have led with this, but where are your clothes anyway?” the Gamer presented another question.

“Still in the club,” she told him. “Who even cares about clothes? All my homies hate clothes.”

“I tend to agree, but if you’re staying for a couple more hours, we’re not staying naked. My heart will not be able to take it.”

“Dude, just rub one out whenever you get horny. I’ll watch,” Lee told him. Now that their mutual interest was confirmed, the young Fateweaver’s flirtation had gone from ‘obvious’ to ‘beyond blatant’. “It’s what I did yesterday.”

“...Care to elaborate?” John asked, knowing that he would regret asking.

“Jane said I wasn’t allowed to do more than watch. Something about keeping my first kiss and virginity for you.”

‘God, I love that woman,’ the Gamer thought.

Lee stepped under one of the showers. Over the sound of the running water, she repeated her question, “Why don’t you just masturbate?”

“I can’t.”

“What? Think even that is too much if Dad finds out about it?”

“I mean, yes, but we are already naked so I would be willing to take that little extra step,” John told her. “I mean I physically can’t. The same Perk that allows me to cum an infinite number of times per day makes it so I don’t feel any pleasure from taking care of myself.”

“Huh... guess that’s a worthwhile trade when you have a harem.”

“Extremely,” John answered, busy staring at her even as he cleaned himself. Watching her skin glisten and her hair darken to a near proper black from the wetness was a sight he wanted every morning. Better yet, he wanted it alongside every other showering woman in his life. Greed agreed with lust that this was something he deserved. He was so distracted watching her that he missed her asking another question. “Pardon?”

“I asked if you want me to help you out,” Lee asked. “Just a little handjob.”

“Please,” John whined, “I already told you that we shouldn’t.”

“Yeah, but fuck my parents’ expectations, I want you,” Lee retorted in a brash tone. “Plus you already said we can go a little further.”

“I shouldn’t have said that, I really shouldn’t have said that.” John turned the shower several degrees colder. “Little bit further would be watching each other masturbate, okay? No further.”

“That so?” Lee turned the shower off and grabbed the bottle of body wash that was the closest. From her tone, John already knew what she was going to do. A moment later, the sounds of soaping up were complimented by fingers dancing between legs. John couldn’t look away and his erection didn’t subside despite the cold shower.

“Alright, time to get dressed,” John told his teasing guest and pointed at one of the many baskets in the changing area. It had been empty when they entered and now contained one of John’s shirts and Rave’s pants. The latter, because she seemed to be the closest to Lee’s size and the former because the Gamer thought she would look adorable in a gaming shirt that was way too large for her.

Lee didn’t need to ask how this had happened; the existence of Jack was public knowledge. Instead, she grabbed the towel on top of the clothes and started drying herself. That she was quiet for more than ten seconds meant that she was planning something else. “Mind giving me a massage first? I’ve got really stiff shoulders.” She gave him a deadpan look. “Would really hinder my gaming performance, you know?”

It barely even qualified as an excuse, but the reason didn’t matter anyway. All that mattered was whether or not John was willing to oblige. ‘I shouldn’t,’ he thought, looking at her pear-shaped body. At that smooth, pale skin, still slightly reddened from self-care and the hot shower. ‘I really shouldn’t.’ He saw the adorable way she looked up at him, while drying her hair. ‘...but shouldn’t I?’ “Okay. Let’s be clear though: I’m only using my hands.”



“Whatever ya say, buddy,” Lee grinned.