Collide Gamer

“I need to get back to grinding,” John told everyone. “At this point, I am about 200 levels away from the maximum.”

“Think ya can dedicate a bunch of time to killing monsters?” Rave made a vague gesture at the top of his head. “Being an emperor and all that, I think you’ll be more busy than before.”

“Paradoxically, no, I will be less busy,” John told her. “What do you think most of my job as president was?”

“Paperwork?” Rave joked.

“Precisely,” John answered. “Paperwork, because I had to operate in a manner that was trackable and accountable. My actions had to have a clear trail, because I was operating under the model that the people were sovereign and therefore all of them, even my detractors, had to be able to put in a freedom of information request, check my work, and potentially drag me before the other two branches of government for it.”

“And now there’s no paperwork?” The empress of Fusion showed a growing grin. Although she had done so much less, it wasn’t as if she had never dealt with forms and bureaucracy associated with putting together a large event.

“Not none,” John curbed her enthusiasm. “There still need to be certain precautions taken so it’s hard to impossible to fake anything coming from my office. Still, making a decree is much easier than making a paper trail. Not only do I now have the power to do what needs getting done without even potentially having to answer for it, I can also empower people on a whim.”

Delicia snorted. “Which is the worst form of governance when you have a madman in charge and the best form of government if there is someone incredibly competent and moral. Only reason why this is acceptable to me is because I know you are competent.”

“It’s also why the rest of Fusion isn’t in uproar and hopefully what will make it easier to sell the newcomers from the mundane…” Momo muttered.

That was indeed the only cultural hurdle that they would have to address with the newcomers. John wasn’t sure how many Americans had a genuine and intense dislike of monarchy. What he did know was that it memetically anchored in the mundane culture that the USA should not have a king. To cut through that would take a gentle touch and low taxes. Most people were willing to at least try a new way of life as long as their life’s quality visibly increased in the process.

“The point is that I can point in a direction and do not have to be as bothered about the formalities. We are in charge now, which streamlines everything around us. What I say goes.” The words were met with no small amount of swooning. Even the most empathetic members of his harem did find confidence and power alluring. It was just a human thing and they were all just some variety of human or human-adjacent.

Siena and Salamander were aroused into action. The shadow spirit moved first and the apocalypse elemental let Lulu get one more squeeze in, then the two headed towards John. They were on their knees in front of him swiftly, kissing his manhood all over. He had been at three-quarter mast the entire time, a natural reaction to his environment. Finally getting his erection tended to was immensely satisfying.

John did not bother keeping his voice even. He wanted them to hear how good their lips made him feel. “Another reason why we can get back to grinding efficiently is this girl over there.”

“Y’ello, I am the girl over there.” Lee executed what graciously could be called a gang sign. “Glad to hear I am so low down the harem hierarchy even my name is forgotten.”

John rolled his eyes at the sassy gamer girl. “I am sorry, Lee Magus. Did I forget to say your name, Lee Magus? Do I need to call you by your full name every time, Lee Magus?” He stopped for a moment, then hummed in thought. “Or should I revive the old League tradition of just calling you by your champion’s name?”

“Dude, if you go around calling me Akali, I will murder you in your sleep.”

“That would require you to wake up in the middle of the night to execute your plan.”

“What if I just down enough white monster juice to stay awake?”

“If you drink Monster, you’ll just stay locked away playing Minecraft like the girl-failure you are.”

“N-not the kind of monster I m-meant.” Lee suggestively wiggled her eyebrows and pointed her chin at his cock.

The way that Lee managed to put together being bashful and yet delivering her innuendos never ceased to be amazing. She was utterly confident in the joke yet so poorly socialized that there was a shy girl inside that took control over her vocal cords as she spoke. It was the ultimate manifestation of a woman who had lived online for way too long and John loved it.

“So your plan is to suck me off so I fall asleep and you stay energized from my cum and then you suffocate me with a pillow?”

“No, no, I will suffocate you with my thighs.”

“That…” John looked at Lee’s legs. She was a short-ish woman, a little bit on the skinny side, with more muscle to her than one usually associated with a pale-skinned indoor-lover – and she had thighs thick and meaty that almost made John drool. “…would work.” He shook his head. “Okay, to the point, you should be able to give us a properly accelerated Protected Space, right?”

“I’m honestly not as good with the time side of things,” Lee reminded all of them. “It’ll take me years to be as good as Dad… was. I’ll get there though. For now, I could probably stabilize 1 to 6. Can definitely hold that for 3 days – or 18 days inside.”

A pretty great degree of time dilation.

Siena and Salamander had changed from kissing his cock to drowning it between their tits. Obviously, Salamander dominated the engagement with her enormous rack but Siena’s shapely, large breasts made for a very nice complimentary force.

‘I wonder if they’ll get even larger when I knock them up,’ the Gamer thought. With the marriage now set for just a few weeks away, he would have an answer to that in a reasonable amount of time. ‘Then again, neither of them are high up on the breeding list… we might need to update that one with the newcomers…’

“So, we will return to training,” Ehtra summarized the conversation. “What else is of note, Master?”

“Class developments,” John responded, which pulled the more distracted members of the harem back into the conversation immediately. “First, I don’t think all of you have seen the rewards for finishing up the Elementalist Class.”

Those two were rather mediocre. An Overclock without combat application was by no means weak. Making an area that, like the elemental islands, offered up and coming people a spot to make contracts with elementals more easily had its applications. It also meant that, over many, many years, John could turn more and more of Fusion into a ‘border zone’.

“My love, I would like to request that you grant the blessing of this Elemental Communion to my lands,” Lydia raised her voice.

Alternatively, he could aid one of his women. Gaze wandering to Lydia, he asked, “I assume it would greatly add to your legitimacy?”

“Ours,” Lydia corrected militarily. It said a lot about how deep her discipline went that not even wearing the kind of lingerie that deliberately exposed her nipples dissuaded her appearance as the Queen of Mithril. John’s mind went back, for a moment, to when she had chastised Africanus, naked and with a face covered in cum.

‘God, I love her.’ The Gamer groaned and closed his eyes. Semen surged up his shaft, squirting out between the smothering breasts that enveloped his manhood. Monstrously long tongues lapped it all up, while the redheaded royal continued her elaboration.

“Elemental reservoirs are locations of prestige. To have one of them within the Hohenzollern demesne, created by you, will greatly increase our renown within Rex Germaniae. It will pull the elementalists faction closer towards me.”

“The elementalists faction?” Rave asked.

“A divide within the politics of Rex Germaniae.”

“I thought ya had the whole modernists versus traditionalists going on?” Rave asked.

“When it comes to the affairs of the social fabric, there never can be a single vector that explains it all.” Lydia stretched out her hand, then gripped the sheath of the rapier that manifested before her. String had been wrapped around the handle of Strimata to keep the flamboyant weapon from expressing itself too loudly.

After loosening it, Lydia released the weapon and pulled several pieces of metal from it, making them hover above the table. They formed three layers, each of them a circle that then split up into variously coloured slices.

“I wasn’t aware you could shift the appearance of Fusionals,” John said.

“It is complicated. So far, I have only been able to isolate the base colours associated with the elements. It is no substitute for Ferforitum. In any case, these are the major power blocks within Rex Germaniae.” Lydia gestured at the top level of the layered charts. “Of importance for the class of elites of the Greater Empire is the struggle between traditionalists and modernists. I have consistently won out of my competition in this field, in no small way because Romulus has given me his outspoken support on several occasions.”

The chart on that level began with one side dominating, only for the other to eat more and more of the other’s share.

“On the second level, we have the elites of Rex Germaniae specifically and this is the… religious divide, I believe would be the most appropriate term. We have the followers of Romulus, the elementalists, the Gaia worshippers, the Christians and the unaffiliated, ranked by order of power and influence.”

The hovering chart in the air made it clear just how big the divide between the first two and the rest was. The followers of Romulus made up a good 40% of the chart, with the elementalists claiming roughly 25%, leaving the remaining 35% to be split unequally between the last three groups.

“Obviously, the followers of Romulus and the traditionalists have a lot of overlap, but they are not the same group. On the last layer of the analysis, we have the local elites. Nobles or otherwise wealthy individuals that operate on the level of each specific member-guild. They can be analysed by their economic interests. I shall not break all of that down now.” Lydia pulled back the metal. “The point is that my struggle against the Greater Empire has effectively concluded. Now that I am plotting sedition, I must get the lower level elites on my side, to assure their compliance or support of my designs.”

“It’s a one-year cooldown…” John thought aloud.

“You desire recompense?” Lydia asked, a tad surprised. Usually, she had to negotiate him into taking something back. “…This will be utterly perverted, won’t it?”

“Remote control vibrators, during work hours.”

“Denied. Narrow your scope.” The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒·𝗇𝗲𝘁

“Remote control vibrators, during work hours, for a month after the Elemental Communion, important meetings excluded.”

“…Debauched idiocy…” Lydia let out a long, half-moaning sigh. “Very well. I agree to your terms.”

“Wonderful.” John ran his hand over Salamander’s head, feeling the pleasant softness of her buzzcut. The unspoken signal was received, she and Siena backed off and made room for someone new to take their place.

Nia just appeared in front of John, ass facing towards him. Had it not been for the fact that she immediately aimed for his cock, he would have eaten her out. Alas, the pariah preferred riding him. She must have been in a very kinky mood, considering the hole she chose to do so with.

The slender backside of the lithe blonde hovered above John’s cock, her sphincter pressing against it. Silently, she circled her hips, spreading the mixture of cum, precum, and the salivas of Siena and Salamander all over the puckered entrance. She knew exactly when she had what she needed, descending slowly once she was ready, and coaxing out of John a variety of groans. Pale curves sank lower and lower, the skin pulling taut over her pert butt, while his thick cock obscenely stretched her backdoor.

John let the sight distract him until Nia had sunken all the way down. When she transitioned to actually riding him, she did so at a moderate pace. There were a few more grinding related matters to clear before the meeting was officially done.

“Back to the Elementalist bit,” John said to everyone. “I have yet to choose the Advanced Class.”

“Although I think the choice is pretty obvious. Anyone against me picking up Summoner?”

The group gave it the appropriate amount of consideration. Elemental Knight wasn’t bad. John was not a physical fighter, but if there was a Class that could change that, it was this one. Had it not been for the fact that he had the Creator Puppet, he would have considered this seriously. With that golem body at his disposal, there was no need to.

That put the split between Elemental Mage and Summoner. While Elemental Mage was no doubt powerful and versatile, John already had powerful and versatile spells. Whatever Invocate offered him, Freecasting would already do in a pinch and in all other situations his present arsenal of arcane spells worked well enough.

Summoner offered him a return to the focus he had set his build out to do. He had an exceptionally strong core of familiars with his elementals and his Artificial Spirits. Getting some more disposable bodies to help operate his battleplans would be as valuable as stacking more Stats on his familiars to overwhelm his enemies with numbers. Everything about that Class played into his focus in leading from the back.

No retort was raised by the harem and thus the Class was selected.

‘0,1% of Intellect is a bit disappointing for the Stats, but hopefully that will scale,’ John thought and cast the spell.

What was created was a pretty adorable piece of rock. As the skill advertised, the main body was a granite piece the size of John’s clenched fist, with undersized, stubby arms and legs that worked perfectly with the goofy, googly-eyes of the broad smiling thing.

Nia let out a sound. It was almost an adoring squeal, but the expressively stunted woman cut short of that. She grabbed the small rock and cradled it in her arms. The adorable display made the simultaneous presence of his dick in her a little bit awkward.

Since it had been given no orders, the Earth Sprite just existed and, at the end of the minute, poofed out of existence without any trace. Nia pouted a bit, before returning her focus to wiggling her hips.

“Now, I have 4 Class Levels available, so might as well invest in other things,” John said.

“Guild Hall Architect?” Scarlett asked.

“On my list, but not the immediate one.” John opened the menu, scanning everything he had available. “I want to max out the Lover and Monster Girl Creator next. I can get a level in each right now, I will hold onto the other 2 Class Levels I have available until later.”

“…I best get something out of this,” Scarlett grumbled.

“You are getting your wish,” John responded.

They had covered all varieties of Lover’s Will marks now. While John would have much preferred the Harem Network choice to pop up again, he was definitely not sour about Domain Expansion.

Which was the obviously best choice. First off, ‘All Hole Sluts’ was entirely redundant to get. Would it be an increase in enjoyment with the affected holes for most of his harem? Doubtlessly. For many of them, oral orgasms only occurred because his cum triggered them, and while everyone around enjoyed the occasional anal, only Lydia was a genuine anal queen.

That being said, they were ALL nymphomaniacs by some description. No one present needed the extra boost to sensitivity. It would have been a wasted Perk on a lesser Class.

There was an argument to be made for Viceroy, due to the various boosts from the Regal Lover’s Will mark, but John did not think it good enough for two reasons. One was that the upgrade from the other varieties to the Regal one was not such a jump that it outcompeted Domain Expansion. The other was the symbolic cheapening of Rave’s status as the leader of the haremettes.

John wasn’t even entirely certain who the second mark would go to. Feasibly, it could go to Aclysia, Lydia or Momo – it could also go to Scarlett, Nathalia or Gnome. It wasn’t as if there were few contenders for who was second to Rave in the hierarchy and putting an official stamp on who it was, with the way the harem functioned, felt like it could be a point of contention that needed not be raised.

All of that being said, Domain Expansion was just obviously the best. Currently, those with the Regal, Mindful and Submissive Lover’s Will Marks had access to a Guild Hall up to Tier 1. There had been a level where Mindful would have only gotten Tier 0 instead, but Gaia had changed her mind on that nerf before John had taken the Perk.

This meant that 10 haremettes got access to Tier 2 Guild Halls (Scarlett, who was drilling a hole into his skull with her stare, among them) and everyone else got Tier 0. “Landing everyone just became a whole lot more sensical,” he said, pressing the button immediately. This was so obvious, he needed no advice on it.

This was a difficult choice, because John wanted all 3 of them.

Objectively speaking, Monster Girl Monopoly was the best for him. 5% All Stats to all of his Metracanas was an insane amount of raw power. That being said, it also came with a statement that obviously excluded Monster Girl Market from being picked in the future.

On that matter, Monster Girl Market would elevate Fusion over time. It had a global and decentralized impact and it filled the streets with monster girls, which John quite obviously liked.

Golem Infusion II was what he felt most emotionally drawn to at the moment though. The Creator Puppet had shown itself to be a fantastic addition to the arsenal. More than effective, it was fun for John to utilize. Having a body that enabled him to go the route of pure violence was just so liberating. Upping the scaling he had on that would make it even more effective.

It was the worst one from every other perspective other than his personal enjoyment.

“Alright, I am putting this to a vote,” John said, after explaining his thought process to everyone else. “Monster Girl Market or Golem Infusion? All for Monster Girl Market, raise their hands.”

Undine, Lydia, Nia, Scarlett and Lu Zhi raised their hands. 5 out of 25 was much lower than John had thought. He had fully expected Golem Infusion to lose.

“It’s your power, ya get to build the way that is fun, tiger,” Rave explained to him.

“I… suppose I do.” John smirked and pressed the button. “Alright then… that wraps up everything I wanted to talk about.”

And since there was nothing else, they treated themselves to a short, 15-minute orgy.