“Huh, that’s a pretty potent series of offers for the first Perk of a Class,” John mumbled as he read through all three options.

“Ya ain’t picking the third,” Rave told him.

“Is that a recommendation or a command?”

“It’s girlfriend’s veto,” the pink-haired bombshell explained and gave his shoulders a firm rubbing. “There’s no way ya take a Perk that encourages ya to make me sit around. For all I know ya get the ‘Harem Protector’ Perk halfway down the tree and then ya get super buffs for having us sit around. I ain’t about that damsel life.”

John leaned his head over the backrest of the couch until he had an upside down view of his girlfriend. She had changed into her yoga pants and a cropped sports top that left her midriff and shoulders bare. At some point while John was engaging in his first Class Challenge of the grind, she had come back down from unpacking her bags and witnessed him doing his thing, leaving a suspiciously damp spot between her legs. “You’re only about the horny life.”

“I’m horny on main, as are you, tiger,” she put her finger on the tip of his nose. “Ya won’t take the third Perk anyway.”

“Well, if you knew that, why waste your girlfriend’s veto?” he asked, his eyes cross-eyed with focus on the slender finger gently circling the tip of his nose. It was a funny feeling.

“I got a lot of those, courtesy of being pretty and nice and having cat ears when I want to.” Just as she said that, they rose from her pink hair. The blue of her eyes, complete with the pink lustre, was replaced by a light copper red, the pupils assuming a slit shape. “Also, ya know, big booty girlfriend that likes reverse cowgirl and giving blowjobs.”

“I guess that gives you one or two vetoes.” John grinned. The tip of his nose was now used to make her finger ‘bounce’ by pressing down and then relaxing again. “How are we on a blowjob right now?”

“Ya seem to be covered.” Rave raised her finger to point between his legs.

The five-minute break he had ended the previous foursome with had let the three girls get to the showers. In their absence, Sylph had decided to get his dick into her blabbering hole. The same arcvolt elemental tried saying something, but all that came out were half-moaned muffles that sent pleasurable electricity through John’s cock.

“Nah, ya can keep it to yourself,” Rave answered. Another series of cock-suppressed mumbles. “No, no, seriously, treat yourself, ya cute chatterbox. Ya kept Lydia from going all moody on us, so you’re a good girl and good girls get rewards.” Sylph hummed happily and grinned as best she could while her lips continued to slide up and down his shaft at impressive speeds. “Anyhowzels…”

“Not a word.”

“…Totally will be after I’m done with the dictionary…”

“I’m going to have a law passed that forbids partly feline annoyances in my life from partaking in the word-cataloguing industry.”

“Pretty sure I could throw your own supreme court against ya if ya try that.”

“Maybe I could bribe them?”

“Meowbe ya could listen to what I wanted to say?” She flicked his forehead. “Anyhowzels…”

“Still not a word AND you switched into cat-speech there.”

“I have nya idea whatcha talking about.” She stuck out her tongue. “Anyahowzels…”

“That one was on purpose!”

“Could’ve been.”

“Mother Fire, just kiss already!” Salamander shouted from the side-lines. “The week will be over before you’ve picked your first Perk if you keep on bantering!”

“Alrighty.” Rave grinned and backed off from her boyfriend. Instead, she stepped towards the tall girl with the massive breasts. “I’m kissing someone already, alright? Right on her soft red lips.” Practically jumping the final step, Rave was caught by a Salamander who acted on instinct. Lightbearer and apocalypse elemental kissed with wild passion.

John kept watching them for long enough to let his orgasm rise up, then he turned his gaze to Sylph and let that view carry him over the edge. Balls tightened, cum pumped into her mouth, and Sylph took the first few spurts with the cock deep in her throat and slowly slid upwards. Massaging what her tight lips no longer covered with her hand, she kept the climactic feeling high for her summoner. After tasting some of it, she let his dick go and let the final few spurts, still twice the load of a normal man, shower her face.

“Of all the tasty, tasty things that exist, your cum is the best!” she exclaimed to the wet sound of her feverishly rubbing her pussy. “Feels so good in my stomach, tastes so good on my tongue, smells so great, feels fantastic on my skin. Yes, yes, yes, I’m a horny air spirit and I loooooooveeeee Master John’s cum – it’s so yum!”

“Continue sucking me off,” John commanded with a smile.

“Sure thing, boss! I’ll get all of your… hnnnghhh… such a shame that I can’t babble and suck dick at the same time. Mind-talking just isn’t the same! Anyway, dick goes in here!” She took him back into her throat and John groaned to show his approval.

Then he finally turned back to the window in front of him. Even without Rave’s interjection, the choice had been clear from the start. He could either get one level through sex while he stayed inside this time dilation or he could get a maximum of ten. It also meant he could keep up the excuse of being productive while having sex and the Gamer liked few things more than honest reasons to have sex.

“Alright, up next… easy levels I can get here…” He thought about the Challenges he currently had open and picked one that should be pretty easy. “Hey, Rave, do you need a pen?”

“Not really?” Rave asked, just as the previously fucked trio returned from the shower.

“But how are you going to write ‘Rave’s Cuntlicker’ on Eliza’s chest without a pen?” he asked.

“I just got fucking clean!” the pretty little psycho complained.

“Shush, the doms are talking,” Rave reprimanded her and pointed at a chair. “Sit there and be quiet, I need to think.”

Eliza looked back and forth between Rave and John, evidently not sure if this was a bit or a genuine continuation of lewd activities. Once she had deemed it to be the latter, there were only two words that left her mouth, “Yes, Mistress,” and she walked over to the designated chair. The white and blue haired woman usually needed a bit longer to obey commands by the other females of the harem. Not for a lack of will, doubtlessly, as Eliza enjoyed submitting to just about anyone who knew how to give her just the right level of abuse, but for a lack of training. John’s authoritative tone of voice was something she reflexively obeyed.

“Good girl,” Rave was pleased regardless. “Alright, give me that pen.”

“One Token,” he said.

“Ya serious?”

“I’m serious.”

Raising one eyebrow, Rave turned to the passive maid in the kitchen, “Bae, toss me one of my Tokens, I don’t want to go upstairs.”

“Order acknowledged.” Beatrice reached into her inventory and withdrew a purse, out of which she pulled one of the less valuable Tokens and tossed it over to Rave.

“One Token,” she said and flicked it to John.

He caught it and tossed the pen to Rave in return. “Thanks,” he said and looked at the Token a bit more carefully. The coins were still in development. While the designs were getting close to finalization, the exact value of the coins was still in discussion. Was the lowest value Token to be worth 1 Token or a percentage of a Token, like a 10 cent coin? John wanted to shorten the ridiculous prices of the Abyss by at least a few zeros, so cents were likely a good idea. ‘Perhaps we should get some half-size coins?’ he thought. ‘Quarter size as well. Sure, coins will eventually make room for paper money, but until then they should be easy to use…’

“Soooo, what was that all about?” Rave asked, while she scribbled her claim on Eliza’s chest. “Stop panting, you baby maker… there ya go, now down on the floor and please your mistress.”

“Oh, so when it’s about getting your pussy licked, you lose the pants, but when I want a blowjob, that’s not good enough for you?” John let his absolutely earnest offense be heard. Simply chuckling, his girlfriend concentrated on sliding out of the tight fabric and then pressing Eliza’s serve-happy face into her cunt. “To answer the question,” John continued, while Rave moaned, “it was the first Challenge of the Negotiator Class.”

“Ya getting another Perk right now?” she asked.

“No, I’ll need another 50% Class Experience.” He opened the window and checked on the requirements. “Hmm, Aclysia?”

“Yes, Master?” The Artificial Spirit had just resumed her work in the kitchen but was ready to return to attending his needs.

“Come here,” he told her, while getting up himself. They met behind the couch, with Sylph doing some light complaining about the lack of stretching in her throat. While she fixed that desire by indulging in Salamander’s bosom instead, John took both of Aclysia’s hands. “Tell me, what do you want more than anything else, right now.”

“More than anything else?” Aclysia asked and John could see the gears start to turn inside her head. “What do I want more than anything else? Our happiness, doubtlessly, and my happiness is bound to making every second of your life a joyful one. It is the privilege of a housemaid to see her work please the person she loves the most. To please you is my highest calling, but to please you I need to please myself, and to please myself I need to please you and-“

“Aclysia, you’re logic-looping again,” he interrupted her with a gentle kiss on her lips.

Casting down her eyes and blushing softly, the weaponized maid mumbled, “My apologies, Master. What I want most in this very moment is a wish I have harboured for a long time and will long for a while longer. I wish to be your bride, my John, but I know the order to such things.”

“One day, we will walk down that aisle,” John promised and brushed some hair behind her ear. He leaned forward and claimed her lips again. This time she was ready for him and they met with loving intent. He held her in his arms and gently brushed over the smooth skin of her back, not going lower than the tips of her hair reached. “Jane, can you give me that pen back?”

“Sure?” the Lightbearer answered and walked the couple steps towards him. John put it into his inventory. “Was that the Class Challenge?”

“It was to get the pen back for less than half it was bought for, yes,” the Gamer said. “I just wanted to also cuddle Aclysia.”

“Don’t let go of me,” the weaponized maid let a complaining whisper be heard and put a hand on the arm that had just left her. “I want more of you. You spent so much time working recently and those awful people aren’t respectful enough.” She hugged him back. “My John deserves to be listened to. Their selfishness is inexcusable, consuming time you could spend with me.”

“If you want, you could take over secretary duty for a bit. We would have more time together then,” the Gamer offered. “And don’t be too mad at everyone else. They have their own priorities.”

“Priorities unaligned with yours are unworthy of your realm,” Aclysia mumbled.

“It’s alright,” he said and combed through her silky hair with his fingers. “As long as I have your support, I will be fine.”

They stood there, embracing each other and gently swaying to a tiny song Aclysia hummed, for several minutes. Then John picked his first maid up and carried her to the couch, like a princess towards safety.

“If we want to make the world my oyster, we’ll have to be a bit productive,” he told her as he sat down.

“Acquire the next Perk, then,” Lydia chimed in.

“Can’t, I’m now at 75%,” he responded, “but I only need one more kiss and meal to start my grinding to get a true flood of upgrades.” He put his forehead against Aclysia’s. “Can you give me that, my beloved servant?” he asked, staring deeply into her green eyes. The love inside her was so much stronger than blind obedience or veneration. All of her was truly his, because she wanted it to be and nothing else. Her love was no less pure than that of Rave, Gnome or Eliza, just because she showed it in a fashion some would mistake for subjugation.