‘Last day of the first day,’ John thought, stretching in bed. His arms, extended above, connected with the wall. Once his spine felt sufficiently elongated, he drew his hands back and folded them behind his back. Then he started his daily guessing game. Ignoring all senses that could have told the blind Gamer who exactly was the first to work his dick that morning with certainty, he focused entirely on the sense of touch.

Then again, that morning was a freebie. Wrapped around his morning wood was a pair of lips slightly colder than regular human temperatures. Smooth and slippery, they glided up and down his cock in steady appreciation. Her tongue was unusually sleek as well. Every movement covered him in a slimy lubricant. Each moan hit a perfect note.

“Undine,” John groaned.

‘Correct, Master,’ her crystal-clear voice sung in his thoughts. The Gamer could add another victory to his scoreboard. He had only been wrong once since he started counting and, in his defence, no one reasonably would have guessed that Gaia was waking him up with a blowjob. ‘Concentrate on me,’ the abysstide elemental requested and he obliged readily.

In whatever way Undine served, she always did it with the utmost enjoyment. The erogenous areas of a slime girl were entirely up to her whims and so the throat she formed to accommodate his cock was as sensitive as her cunt would have been. The tunnel had folds, bumps, and tendrils, all specifically placed to tease his most sensitive areas, while she continued sucking him off. The pace was so deliberate, she barely made a sound. Besides her delighted moans, of course.

The Mandala Sphere rose from its pedestal, allowing John to get a good view of his bedroom. Cuddling, deep or half asleep haremettes were scattered about the bed. In a rare development, it had somehow happened that his sides were unclaimed. Undine fixed that, two of herself splitting away from the serving main body. One was the regular slime girl, made from deep blue goo, with a pair of black antlers. Black swirls covered the right side of her body. The other was her human form, a pale-skinned, black-haired woman that embodied the idea of goth. Both had the exact same curves, wide hips, narrow, decently defined midriffs, and DD-tits that squished delightfully when pressed against John’s chest. Blue and red lips kissed him, golden eyes beheld him adoringly, and wet cunts rubbed against his thighs.

John had to strain to keep the first load of the day in. “Please, Master,” the goth Undine cooed into his ear. “Let me taste you.” “Yes, Master,” the slime Undine added. “All inside the tight throat I made for you.” ‘Give it to me,’ the main Undine sung into his thoughts, lustful and demanding. ‘Your delicious cum – I need it.’

Louder than he wanted, the Gamer moaned and let abysstide elemental get what she so deeply desired. Spurt for spurt, he shot his cum into her. The white mixed and was dissolved in her slime, bringing her orgasmic pleasure in the process. Not only his Perks, but her own body’s quirks invoked this reaction. As an elemental, she could ingest her summoner’s mana in unusual ways and water spirits typically reacted more intensely.

“Oh, what to do with myselves?” the slime Undine gasped, grinding against him more intensely. The goth Undine mirrored the motions perfectly. Large breasts were dragged over his chest in all their bouncy goodness. “You make me so… satisfied,” the goth Undine moaned. “I need to kiss you.” Her lips pressed on his for a few seconds. “I can’t be away from you,” the slime Undine added, replacing her other body in the kiss. “Your lips drive me crazy.” She switched back and forth, showering him with adoration while he came inside her.

“Fuck me, you are too sexy,” John stated when his orgasm had subsided. The rest of the bed was in the process of waking up, but none acted quick enough to claim either him or Jack before the Gamer had an Undine sandwich of slime-goth-slime ass in front of him and proceeded to fuck all six holes at the back and all three at the front however he pleased with his two bodies. It didn’t even matter which holes he fucked, her clear voice rung out with orgasmic delight regardless.

Although all of her body was raw squishy, something about the composition kept the jiggle of his thrusts to her bubble butts. As more and more of the haremettes awakened, his pounding grew more powerful and Undine’s voice louder. “Aaah!” “Aaaaah!” “Mhhhhhmmm!!!” the three mouths exclaimed, two singing, one muffled by Jack’s cock.

There were some complaints around about Undine hogging all the dick, but John had a simple solution for that. He snapped his fingers and asked, “Do you love the other girls?” The already considerable interest the haremettes had in each other suddenly surged. Those who weren’t in one already quickly sought out an opportunity for lesbian fun. Even Undine herself was affected by the command, splitting off another two bodies to join the writhing of female flesh around the Gamer.

Basking in the sight, the sounds and even the sweet smells their nubile bodies gave off, John hammered his way to the second orgasm of the day. The Undines others were playing with writhed and squirted, just like the three he had were busy squirting over each other, his cock and the sheets. Her mouths were cocksleeves he thrust into.

He came and ordered everyone else to do the same. Simultaneous cries exploded all around, desynchronized into a wave of individual moans as the orgasms continued. Undine’s voice was above them all, a clear note that was only interrupted whenever spurts of semen stoked the intensity of her climax. Tights rings formed around his cocks, travelling upward, the inside of the slime girls masturbating and milking him while the rest of her still squirmed and clenched around his twitching dicks.

Eventually, John pulled out and stretched again. Jack and his second cock were dismissed. He enjoyed it too much when he laid back down and the entirety of the 16 present girls scrambled to be the one to mount him.

Life was good.

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Life was very good.

After breakfast John took his women outside to continue their fun outdoors. The fresh air made the sex that little bit more enjoyable. Before they started with anything, John had them line up. Bend over a hip-high wall Gnome had created for them, the Gamer sorted them by ass size. He had no particular reason to do so, other than he spontaneously wanted to.

There were a few edge cases. He was sorting them by the absolute size of their butts and sometimes it was difficult to gauge with eyes alone who had more volume. He went with his gut in those moments (and the measure of his hands). In the end, the order went, from smallest to biggest:

Sylph’s round butt on her tiny frame, Nia’s cheeks above slender legs, Lorelei’s modest pillow, Gnome’s balanced behind, Metra’s firm backside, Scarlett’s feminine cushion, Eliana’s spank-ready rear, Lee’s packing fanny, Rave’s bubble butt, Undine’s glistening rump, Momo’s face-sitting softener, Aclysia and Beatrice’s designer derrieres, Siena’s seductive posterior, Nathalia’s hot eye-catcher, and finally Salamander’s massive fucking ass. If Lydia had been present, John would have placed her stern tush between Lee and Rave.

These were sorted by size alone and obviously all incredibly shapely. John had an intense selection bias for women with above-average assets. Sorting them by his preferred selection would have taken longer and would have only caused unnecessary strife anyway. Everyone knew that Rave was his personal choice for the perfect butt, with its balance between the various aspects that made an ass attractive. That was enough.

Having them lined up like that got the blood pumping. Doubly so because all of them (safe Undine) were leaking trickles of his cum from the pre-breakfast fucking. John took a photo of the display and told himself to repeat this whenever Lydia was around and whenever a new haremette joined them. The picture was too hot not to.

Then he proceeded to fuck all of them in turn. One would expect that those down the line would be bored waiting. However, the bonds of the harem were strong enough that listening to one another cry was enough to keep the anticipation strong the entire time.

Life was very good.

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Life was very good indeed.

John finally headed out to get his Perks, leaving behind the typical harem configuration of some women in blissful coma, some playing video games, and some engaged in semi-heated discussions. Undine and Salamander tagged along with him. The former was clingy today. John loved it when she was like that. It was a rare treat and she was so incredibly graceful in her adoration. Holding his arm, she followed along with each of his steps, smiling elegantly the entire time.

“Afraid that I’ll make bad choices?” he asked the abysstide elemental.

“Perhaps,” she responded in her serene voice.

John wanted to coax more of her words out of her, so he asked her, “What do you think of where we are right now?”

“A bit dull,” the deep blue slime girl confessed. “Plain land isn’t for me. I want to get back to performing soon.”

“How’s that going anyway?” Salamander chimed in. “Heard the first edition of your album was sold out.”

“Only a moderate achievement. We produced little physical copies,” Undine responded and hummed, pleased, when John placed a hand on her juicy butt. The lewd touch did nothing to distract them from the topic. “My popularity is a by-product of your success only, my Master.”

“Please, my name,” he requested.

“John,” Undine whispered into his ear. For her it was a simple switch, she gave both his name and his title the same weight. He was who he was no matter what she called him. “John, I love you,” she added and giggled. The sweet notes had a hint of melancholy underneath the overtone of her joy. The mixture was the beauty of her mind. “Never forget me.”

“How could I ever forget any of you?” John asked, slightly offended at the insinuation. The reason why she said it was apparent. “Do you still feel threatened by Nightingale?”

Undine sighed in admission. “Jealousy is not one of my good traits.”

“No, it is not,” the Gamer agreed, moving his hand from her butt to his side and pulling her a little closer. “But we all deal with our inadequacies. If you need me to do something to help you assuage that fear, tell me.”

“I will, should I need to,” Undine promised him, her mind open and her eyes honest. “At this time, I will attempt to dissuade myself.” John nodded and kissed her forehead. “Pleasantly, my life is orderly otherwise – albeit some subjects still call me by unwanted titles.” Her voice dropped several notes when she said that. Her golden eyes assumed a red colour. “Insolent, insignificant spirits.”

Salamander blew air out of her nose, “Don’t be too mad, we were pretty insignificant not too long ago.”

“Time has passed, our station has risen,” Undine retorted, “and will rise further still.” She exhaled slowly, the red glare draining from her irises. “I will attempt to forgive those with lesser mental capacity.”

“That’s a good start,” John chuckled.

They finally arrived in an area of the Protected Space that was still relatively untouched grass. There, John would acquire his Perks.

Obviously, the priority was to get Silver Arcanist to level 3. Getting that would immediately allow him to get the next Starforger Perk. Part of him wanted to toss the entire choice aside and invest more in Harem Gamer. That was the same part that cheered internally when Salamander decided to pass the time by giving him a tit job. Another part of him said to get Golemcrafter levelled up, just because it was novel.

He made the prudent choice, hard as his erection and curiosity made that, and went with Silver Arcanist. Power was what he wanted and Silver Arcanist was most likely to provide him with any.

Good news was that the Class Challenges he was presented with all involved him being stationary. His morale improved, while the titfucking continued. Salamander and Undine went back and forth, milking one orgasm after another from him.

His aim suffered periodically, but that was a sacrifice in efficiency he was willing to make. If a proper lounger had been around, he would have gladly opted for the double titjob. Hentai made that seem so easy, but the angles involved to have two pairs of tits properly envelop one penis were actually difficult to achieve. The women servicing needed to kneel on either side of a pedestal of appropriate height. Everything else was difficult to maintain, uncomfortable, or required a woman without a spine. Undine could have done it, but they would have excluded Salamander in the process.

Tit fuck logistics aside, John did get his Perks in due time.

The Recharge repeat choice was tempting and the Arc Chain was at least interesting, but he had already committed himself to the Companion Cube. ‘He is my only friend,’ John joked to himself, recalling the fun hours of playing Portal. Sunk cost aside, having something outside his body that he could use to nudge objects was pretty useful. ‘I wish I could reshape the thing, then I could use it as a telekinetic hand or a floating dildo.’

Choice made, the Starforger one followed immediately.

Eclipse was still a garbage passive, as far as John was concerned, especially with the Opportunity Cost attached. Red Stars would slow him in his current grinding endeavour for no immediate gain, but he had to take it anyway. Star Enchantments was literally unusable, unless he took Red Stars beforehand, so he had no idea why that even showed up.

‘At least five levels isn’t too bad,’ John thought and checked what the new Class Challenge for Starforger was.