“You mischievous, wonderful thing that I do not deserve!” John blurted out the moment he was alone with his harem.

The feline Lightbearer started grinning immediately. Before she could respond, Momo groaned, “Don’t encourage her! We’re still in the harem bloat phase. Keep it in your pants for at least a couple more months!”

John hated the terminology, even if it was entirely accurate. The still relatively recent swell of additions had left the harem ‘bloated’, and until things settled nicely, adding more was unwise.

“That is, by an exceptional magnitude, secondary to the primary reason why he should keep his hands off Lu Zhi,” Lydia chimed in. “She is the second of the ‘two emperors of the Abyss’, may I remind you?”

“Ya can remind, but I don’t think it’s gonna stick.” Rave smirked. Two of her fingers were brushing up and down John’s neck, leaving pleasant tingles in their wake. “Harem sees cute, forward tomboy, harem wants tomboy, simple as.”

“She wore a literal butt window!” Sylph chirped.

“No, she did not,” Undine pushed back.

“Butt emphasis zone? Butt attention cover? Butt attention seeking cover? Butt clingy stuff stuff?” Sylph babbled a few different suggestions. “Butt patch?”

“None of them are quite it, but you’re getting there,” Salamander hummed, herself thinking what this kind of clothing should be called.

The entirety of the harem was contemplating that question for a little bit. Wheels rolled over the streets of mundane Rome. Half-mundane, it should be said, as the street network that had been copied may have used the roads of Rome, but did not suffer the traffic. Something very fortunate, since the stretch limo was not the most manoeuvrable of vehicles.

John was sitting, as per usual, on the curve of the bench. It was just the easiest place to put his arms around his neighbours, which were Rave and Lydia in this case. One continued to play with the skin on his neck and his earlobe, the other just used him as a backrest. He was fine with both treatments.

Lee snapped her fingers. “A Gamer attractor!”

“Aaaaah.” “Yes.” “That makes sense.” “Uh-huh.” “Yes.” “Mh-hm.” Various sounds of agreement came from all over the limo, a consensus term for the style of clothing found.

“In any case, it is a horrid idea to court the Heavenly Jade Empress,” Lydia steered the conversation back to the main topic. “China is a society many times older than Germany and its marriage customs are consequently more layered. Additionally, she is likely just using your profound weaknesses for her entrance on the world stage.”

“Well, if she is, she has made a severe miscalculation in thinking she can encounter me uncharmed,” John stated with a suave smile.

For all the ease with which young women of power and character wormed themselves into his heart, it could not be said that John did not have a similar effect on them. He was a figurative heaven for any bisexual female with a strong head. Certainly, they could have had any partner they wanted, but why would someone called the Heavenly Jade Empress settle for anyone less than a Latebloomer in full ascendance? John had the status and the character to back it up. No one could doubt either his success with women or his ability in bed.

He was a catch, he could say that much about himself.

“If Lu Zhi was just stringing me along for her own benefit, that definitely stopped when Rave did her little shove,” John commented.

“Hey, I just enabled it, ya then took her for the dance, tiger.” Rave replaced her fingers on his neck with her lips.

“…Did anyone ever tell you that you two are terrifying?” Lydia gave both of them a once-over, as if she only just realized what kind of people she had gotten tangled up with. “It is like there is a field of mass attraction around you, pulling everyone you want inevitably into your social influence.”

“Ya can just say we’re the power couple to end all power couples. I mean, we kinda just create more power couples,” Rave purred and rubbed her cheek against John.

Who returned the favour by scratching her behind her fluffy ears. “Isn’t she just gorgeous?” he asked no one in particular. “Could not have done any of this without her.”

The car came to a slow halt, while Gamer and fiancée exchanged one of their many kisses today. Aclysia and Beatrice, who had been in the front seats, opened the door and helped the girls out of the car, for as little as that help was needed. It took a little while for all of them to pour out, but that was just the sacrifice they had to make for sharing one vehicle in the first place.

The limo had parked in the lot of a gorgeous mansion. Fashioned from one continuous piece of rock, the light brown, three-story building nearly matched the colour of the beach behind it. Only white-framed windows interrupted the monocolour. They and the shadows the various carved decorations cast. The blue water of the Mediterranean sparkled under the light of the setting sun, tinging everything in a romantic red.

A second car entered the Illusion Barrier behind them, the Mobile Barrier shifting out of the street network and into the property. It was a bulky vehicle, more appropriate for troop deployments, and painted a flashy combination of white and black, creating giant crosses on each side.

“Deus Vult, we have arrived!” the driver shouted, after he jumped out of the cabin.

““DEUS VULT, WE HAVE ARRIVED!”” the rest of the Knights of Teuton shouted, after jumping out of the back. They rowed up and all raised their hands to the heavens in a big V-shape. “”PRAISE THE SUN!””

John smiled and shook his head. His glee at the mixed memes was diminished somewhat by the memory that many of the knights he saw at that moment were replacements for those that he had first encountered, back when they had stayed in Mansion Hohenstauffen. During the Five Days War, the majority of Lydia’s bodyguards had been slain. In the year since, they had just been refilling the elite that was to guard the monarch.

It was to their benefit that Lydia was a monarch that needed very little protecting.

“You’re dismissed for the rest of the day,” Lydia addressed them all, still clad in her mixture of dress and armour. “There is a neighbouring Illusion Barrier with your own building. Take a good night’s rest, have your fun, eat and sleep well. I will see you again towards noon.”

“As the empress wills, Deus Vult!” the driver, and presumed captain, of the unit declared. Then, the knights marched off northwards.

All of this was entirely against standard protocol. For his success at saving Lydia during the Five Days War, John was given an exemption to the rules, especially since he was effectively the royal spouse. Only during times of true crisis were the Knights of Teuton brazen enough to follow their monarch into the privacy of their love affairs.

Once the Knights of Teuton were out of the Illusion Barrier, John felt a triplicate of emotions. The burden of public appearances was entirely lifted, with it came the surge of desire, and with that the wish to remain in control of himself. The same played out in most haremettes, to some degree.

John managed to stay mostly in control of himself, appeasing his surging desires by merely squeezing the butts of Rave and Lydia. They, equally, stayed in command of their faculties, only pressing against his palms.

‘Never let it be said that we are entirely controlled by our sex drives,’ the Gamer thought. “Am I going to study under them?” John asked, with a nod over to where the Knights of Teuton had vanished from the barrier.

“No,” Lydia denied strongly, stepping away and leaving his hand cold, despite the warmth of the evening. “The Knights of Teuton may be a proper knightly order, despite their… eccentric exterior,” the queen announced, while the entirety of the harem followed her wiggling hips, “but they are not the appropriate place for you to study to win the trust of my aristocracy.”

John just hummed. It was mostly for his Quest, but the idea behind studying in one of Germany’s knightly orders was also connected to their upcoming betrothal. It would make it slightly less upsetting to the traditionalist faction if he at least put in the barebones of respecting the local culture and got knighted. It was going to be the speedrun option of getting knighted. Considering past services rendered, that would be one of the least belaboured parts of their relationship.

“I considered setting you up with the Sword Branch of the Order of the Golden Rose,” Lydia reported. “Lorelei and I had a brief conversation about it.”

“We deemed it ultimately inadvisable,” Lorelei weighed in, causing John to smile. She had gotten much more confident in weighing in, when the gap in the conversation gave her the room to. Servility was ever attractive, docility less so.

“I, instead, have made arrangements with the Alpine Knights,” Lydia announced, as she marched into the mansion. Fascinatingly, it had no doors, neither to the outside, nor within its mosaic-floored corridors. The only barriers that covered the frames were the occasional drapes of leather strings. A soft wind pulled through the mansion.

Because the sizable Illusion Barrier covered both a large body of water and land, the passing day created a constant draft. Even with the sun setting, the land was still warmer than the water, which meant that the air above the shore was rising and sucking in a constant breeze from the ocean. Once the land had cooled enough, the wind would turn towards the still somewhat warm water.

The breeze would have been much stronger if there had been more land and ocean available, but the dimensions of the Protected Space limited it to a pleasant level. The impressive attention paid to this factor in the mansion’s design did the rest.

The harem explored the estate quickly, finding the commodities they required. Despite the lack of hard barriers between the rooms and corridors, all the modern facilities were around. The toilets, as it turned out, did have proper doors, of the sliding variety. The bathrooms, however, did not.

None of this was an issue for John, to whom this house officially belonged. It had been a gift by Romulus, his personal equivalent to the Mansion Hohenstaufen, and the place they stayed in purely because of the much expanded need for the size of the bedroom and such.

“John!” Rave shouted excitedly, while John was looking through the kitchen with Aclysia. “Ya gotta see this!”

The Gamer scratched the back of his head and went to investigate what his fiancée was so gleeful about. Once he went through the drapes that obscured the entrance into the room, he immediately got it.

The room consisted of a square walkaround, encapsulating a large pool. Thick pillars marked the barrier between the two, holding up a ceiling that ended where the water began. At the short sides of the pool, there were shallow steps. They were barely necessary, the water was only about 1,30 metres deep at the centre and shallow enough to sit at the rim.

And the water bubbled.

John found Rave standing by a console that had been integrated into one of the pillars, keeping the aesthetics of the room. “It’s a Roman Jacuzzi!” she reported excitedly.

Resisting the urge to hop right in, John just grinned. “I feel like I should give Romulus an easier time in the future,” he said. “The man has done so much for me recently.” That did remind John of the crystal in his inventory that he had told almost no one about yet. Stirwin knew, Aclysia and Claire likely knew, Undine probably knew, because those were the ones that almost always watched him. Beyond that, John had not felt it necessary to inform them all yet.

Mengele had not survived being hated by so many because he wasn’t careful. That John hadn’t been capable of penetrating the crystal’s enchantments was a testament to how well warded it was – and had needed to be for Luna to be certain its contents were genuine and not a false signature Mengele had put in there to spring a trap on them later.

It was still a distinct possibility, it was just unlikely.

When plotting against immoral paranoid bastards, erring on the side of caution was advisable, so John hid what he did not have to reveal.

“We’ll enjoy this later,” John told the pink-haired Lightbearer. “Come on, let’s switch into swimwear while we still have some sun.”

Rave did not need to hear that twice. After the majority of the day had been sacrificed to high-stakes conversations, hanging out at the beach was exactly what they all needed.

They found a room that faced the back of the property. It was mostly empty, containing only shelves and baskets, the ideal setup to leave one set of clothing and change into another one. All of them used the same room, which swiftly diminished the resistance John had towards leaving his dick in his pants – especially once his pants were off.

He expected much of the attention of the room to switch to his half-erect cock. While that did happen, it did not in the usual intensity. Only Beatrice strutted over, naked and plain-faced. Without a word, she squatted down against the wall next to him. Legs spread wide, she was entirely exposed. Slow motions of her hands emphasized the natural allure of her nubile form. The taut skin of her flat stomach, the soft fall of her medium sized breasts, the squishiness of those mounds when she playfully pinched a nipple, all of it was too wonderful.

By the time her other hand brushed over her Lover’s Will mark on its way to her glistening crotch, John was already in front of her. Whatever silent agreement Beatrice had struck with the others, whatever game of drawing straws she had won, John recognized when the harem let one of their own have her fun.

Grabbing his bottom-heavy maid by the smooth, white horns, John dragged her towards his now fully erect, quivering cock. Her expression shifted from neutrality to mild fascination, then delight. Nostrils flared, pink lips parted, and pearly white fangs created enough space between them that John did not fear for the safety of his manhood. Green eyes looked up, one of them mostly hidden behind the unequal parting of her hair. In them glinted submissive desire, appreciation, and a pride in what she knew her looks did to him – and what her skills would coax out of him.

Beatrice moved with deliberate certainty. Lips wrapped around the engorged tip of his cock and John let go of her horns, to leave the white dragon maid to her devices. A little smile played around the corners of her lips, as much as it could while she sucked on the tip of his cock.

The hand that had been squeezing her left tit wandered up, grabbed hold of John’s shaft, and moved rhythmically alongside her head. She took him all the way to the base once, just to prove she could do so effortlessly, before gliding back up and concentrating the efforts of her mouth on the tip. Her tongue massaged the glans, whirled around while pressuring that most sensitive spot at the bottom of the shaft. Her head gyrated softly between short bobs, shifting the approach a little bit between repetitions. Her hand glided up and down, the thumb massaging the precum out of the pathway at the bottom.

John had gotten so used to the regular deepthroating, he had nearly forgotten how wonderful this deliberate attention to the tip was. Being all inside a woman was always wonderful, especially when taking a manhood his size all the way down the throat was impossible without training and will. Lips against his groin, held breaths, vocal cords vibrating against his shaft, all of that was wonderful, but Beatrice reminded him that the standard blowjob was every bit as pleasurable.

“Keep going,” John groaned lustfully, to let the maid know that she was doing a fantastic job. Her eyes reflected pleasure at the comment; her hands and mouth kept up their precise motions.

It would be over soon. It had been some time since he had used Eliana to relieve himself, and Beatrice knew exactly how to please her Master.

A moan from elsewhere in the room pulled John’s attention away from Beatrice for just a moment. Haremettes, some halfway in their swimsuits, most not, were engaged with each other in an impatient knot of limbs, breasts, butts, and tongues. The pent-up desire in the room had finally won out and everyone was engaged with everyone else like a caravan of thirsty merchants who saw an oasis in each other. The carpet of sapphic engagement could hardly be separated into individual entanglements. Each of the women was entangled with everyone else in reach and soon moved towards someone who wasn’t.

John caught a few short moments of relative stillness in the moaning ocean of nubile bodies, all of them related to some kind of toy getting either removed or inserted. Typically, the remote control vibrators were pulled out, their purpose for the night fulfilled, and butt plugs pushed in, lubed with spit and pussy juice, for casual wear in the house. Lydia practically screamed when she finally felt something in her favourite hole again, pushed in there by a voraciously grinning Rave.

Returning his gaze to Beatrice, he let out a single warning grunt. Like a finely tuned instrument, Beatrice tilted her head back. His cock balanced, on its most sensitive spot, on her softly wiggling tongue, while her hand slowly, sensually rubbed him to completion.

The orgasm was prolonged and wonderful. One hand on the wall, John barely managed to keep his balance on numb legs, while his seed spurted into her open mouth. The sheer quantity of his thick seed became apparent with each progressive strand that pooled in the depths of her hot, wet mouth.

Eyelids fluttering, Beatrice tensed, her hips bucking against her playing fingers. Barely, she resisted the urge to gulp it all down, even when the last of his load had been gently milked from his shaft. Releasing his cock naturally caused it to lift slightly. Her tongue drew back, swirling the deep pool of viscous white, until John gave her the simple command, “Swallow.”

Beatrice closed her mouth and audibly gulped. Taking in his seed had the squatting maid in immediate bliss. Thick thighs quivered. Breasts trembled. Her entire body shifted left to right, back and forth, as repeated little spasms made her wonderful form spasm. Occasionally, a particularly intense firing of her nerves made it look like she had been hit by a jolt of raw delight.

Then, she presented her open mouth again as the spasms died down to little jitters. Her eyes glowed with satisfied glee. “Thank you for the treat, Master,” she purred, as if she had been the benefactor of her service.

“God, you’re such a good girl,” John could not help but state, and scratched the passive maid around the base of the horns. She barely showed it on her plain face, but she did delight in the touch, especially in her post-orgasmic state.

Behind him, the orgy that had so suddenly erupted was winding down just as quickly. The collective need had everyone whipped into a frenzy that was thankfully easy to please. In a state of lust so keen and intense, orgasms came quick and satisfying. The whole affair was over after just a few minutes, leaving everyone flushed with physical joy, awake, and with only a few casually worn butt plugs to show for the indecencies committed.

That and the general wetness, but saltwater would replace that soon enough.