Collide Gamer Chapter 189 – A fluffy Monday Finale – End the relaxation, b

“Yes,” Lydia snapped at him, anger mixing in with the returned iron of her tone. Despite her regained bearings, her face turned red again. She kept her eyes entirely fixated on her ruined piano. “I do not make a habit of sharing my leisure activities with anyone, John Newman.”

“Well, us plebs call that a hobby,” John said, trying to introduce so levity into the situation. Lydia did not react at all to those words, so he continued in a calr tone. “I’m surprised you picked dancing and music as yours though.”

Lydia remained motionless for a little bit, the still hovering keys the only extension of her that moved in any capacity. She shook her head, when her attempt to slot them back in failed utterly. “Following…” she started, stopped, glanced at him for a second, then continued, “…a certain event in my youth, my honoured grandfather took in. Warfare, economy, and such practical things were the backbone of my royal education. I had many tutors, but art… art he taught himself.”

Her red lips drained of colour where she pressed them together. She ran her hand over the polished wood of the piano’s top. The large instrunt was still beautiful, which made the damage all the more saddening.

“Eventually, he advised to pick up an instrunt. He said that he always enjoyed exorcising all he could not say into lodies. I made my choice and he personally gifted this piano…” She stopped and let out a deep sigh. “I lost control there… and now it's destroyed.”

John sucked on the inside of his cheeks. There was a guilty twitch inside him, although he could only feel so bad. Lydia had lost herself in the mont and he couldn’t have known better. “And the dancing?” he asked softly, both to keep her mind engaged and because he was curious.

“A personal addition. I did it at first as a challenge, to weave my control of the keys with the distraction of physical motion.” Lydia plopped down on the stool next to it. At the end of her explanations, Lydia locked eyes with John again. Her flustered looks were reduced to a small blush. Her hands went back to braiding her hair. “Promise again that none of this will ever leave this room, only you and Maximillian know of this, and I would like to keep it that way. It is… a matter of personal comfort. I would like to keep it that way.”

John pushed himself off the ground and stood. “I promise, but… why would your rival know of this? Seems like a strategic misstep,”

Lydia raised an eyebrow in response. “You haven’t looked into my background at all?”

“No, should I have done that?”

“I am flattered that you didn’t, but generally talking: Yes. Especially if you are working for sobody like . Much surface intel about is easy to co by.” The princess gestured for a nearby ring of tal to approach. It broke, then clasped around the tip of her braid, securing it. “You might as well learn it from then. Maximillian and I used to be a couple of so description.”

That news hit John fervently unprepared. Not that it hurt him, he had barely started to like Lydia as a woman and he was far away from loving her as much as he did Rave or Aclysia. Even if that were the case, he knew that Rave had pulled so stunts before she knew him, which included there being nudes of her on reddit. He knew people had pasts and there was no reason to get jealous about reasonable degrees of mistakes.

This was, however, notable in another way. “So, this tournant is basically just a lovers' feud cranked up to national level?” he asked, aghast.

“No!” Lydia was quick to smack that assumption down. “Our opposition on this issue is what first brought and Maximillian together. He turned out to be surprisingly charming in private. I will spare you the details of the few months of our relationship. It was a standard story: two people fall in love over a common issue, they talk, they love, they start finding things about the other one that rub them the wrong way. In the end it turns out that they are unable to co to an agreent on the most basic things, finally that very thing that brought them together becos their greatest difference. It turned out that our ideals were incompatible, so I decided that we should go back to being just enemies again.”

With a ‘clack’ the last of the keys laid down into its place inside the piano. The instrunt was restored at least on the surface, the complicated chanisms setting themselves back together under Lydia’s influence with an ease only deep understanding allowed. However, even as all of the tal got into its correct place, the wooden parts of the big instrunt were splintered or broken. When Lydia pushed a key, the sound didn’t co.

“It wasn’t a nice ending, and Maximillian never really got over it, it seems. And I don’t an that he didn’t get over , we both have moved on since, but his pride didn’t take the hit very well. Wherever we et, he starts a fight. I guess I am not much better, actually answering his minor insults. Where I aim to federalize the country, he aims to centralize it around Vienna’s court. Where I am stern, he is lax. Where he is decisive, I wait for information. The current state of our country created two people that promise solutions. This burden put us together, gave us sothing we shared, but our solutions tore us apart,” she heavily sighed as, no matter what she did, the instrunt did not produce a single tone. “It was good for both us and Germany that the relationship happened. However this tournant will end, neither of us now care too much about the other to be a constant thorn in the other’s side, despite us not getting along very well. At least, that’s what I hope for us. When all of this is over, I hope to drink tea with him again; even if he and I weren’t good lovers, I think he can be a loyal friend,” the princess gave up on the instrunt with a disheartened expression. “This will require an expert to fix…”

Wordlessly, John stepped up and put a finger on a key. A mont later he pushed it down and a single light note echoed through the room. He smirked at the surprised Lydia. “It's still largely broken,” he explained when Lydia pushed another key and nothing happened. Gesturing at the ruptured fra, where the keys had been violently removed, he continued his explanation. “It’s the sa Skill that allowed to destroy and repair that glass yesterday; however, sothing of this size and complexity costs a bit more mana. I will need 2 or 3 more full mana bars to fully repair it.” ‘And it didn’t even give a new level in the skill, I know why I stopped concentrating on that,’ John thought.

Lydia pushed the key he had just before and the clear note rang out again. “Thank you,” she whispered, “this instrunt ans a lot to .”

“I was the one who broke it.” John was ready to take the bla. He couldn’t have known better, but sotis it was best to just assign to oneself the guilt anyhow. “I shouldn’t have startled you.”

Shaking her head, Lydia rose from her seat. “It was my carelessness that allowed you to startle in the first place.” She stretched. The red dress was not quite capable of keeping up and revealed a bit of side boob. “Would you help out of this?” Lydia asked and pointed at a near invisible fold in the dress. “I can’t quite reach the zipper, and I need to get into sothing fitting for the speech I have to hold in about thirty minutes.”

They both knew that was a lie, the zipper wasn’t regular tal, but it was still just tal. She wasn’t even close to being out of mana, so she could have opened that zipper with the ease of a thought. Also, she was a mber of the Abyss still, which happened to entail being a human at over-the-peak performance, she could have reached the zipper if she wanted to. He would have been an idiot to comnt on that out loud, however.

“Of course, princess,” he stated in a servant’s voice and gently tugged at the zipper. She wore very little underneath.

Ten minutes later he was shushed out of the room with an extrely wanting erection. The princess had acted like she didn’t know what to wear, until the very end, pushing out her curves and private parts throughout the whole conversation of ‘what suits best?’. As he left, Lydia, in a slightly more decorated version of her usual uniform, stepped past and to the front door. Apparently, her driver was already waiting.

“Strict titable, yet still finds a mont to tease ,” John mumbled as the door closed behind the princess. His goal was to get to the couch as fast as possible. Walking with an erection his size was seriously uncomfortable. He fell onto a cushion with a relieved sigh. A mont later, he heard sothing wet flowing over the wooden boards of the floor. He turned around and saw nothing, but, when he looked back in front of him, he saw the blue goo that was Undine take her womanly shape between his legs.

They didn’t exchange a single word. The water spirit loosened, then removed his pants. John was more than happy to be taken care of by whoever of his harem was around and Undine seed to be the quickest this ti. He probably radiated such extre horniness that every single one of his familiars had felt it. Aclysia walked out of the kitchen, saw that she was too late, and turned around to get back to whatever she was actually doing. He would not have objected to her joining.

Undine was about to wrap her soft lips around John’s dick when his pants buzzed atop the coffee table. For a mont, he was tempted to completely ignore the phone call, but he didn’t want to miss anything important. What if it was Lydia, who had forgotten her keys and speech notes, and now stood outside the door? Unlikely, granted, with her being able to open whatever tal lock she wanted with the flick of a finger. Still, it could be happening and if it did, he would pay the price for ignoring the call. With a sigh he decided to make it quick. Undine, sending displeased waves, handed him his phone.

“Hello, John here,” the Gar greeted.

“Oh, h-hi, it’s , Herman,” the apothecary said from the other side.

John sighed heavily once more; if it was a girl calling him, he would have gestured Undine to just roll with it and enjoyed the blowjob while he was talking, but getting pleasured while a dude was next to his ear felt weird.

“What’s up?” John asked, trying to hurry this along.

“I call because of that thing you wanted to bring to you,” Herman said.

‘Right, the spine,’ John scratched his head. He hadn’t forgotten about it, but he had tried to not think about it too much. After all, he had finally reached happier tis again. “What about it?” he asked, knowing he sounded a bit brash. He just really had other urgent matters to put his hands to. Well, Undine’s hands. Mostly her mouth.

“I don’t really have ti to bring it to you. There is a lot to do with that veteran eting coming up, and I’ll be pretty busy afterwards too. So, if you and or Rave could co to the eting and pick it up, that would be nice. Would like the company while I am getting squashed by the stories of old war heroes,” said Herman. “You’ll probably be busy with the whole election stuff…”

John nodded, then realized how stupid that was, excused himself with most of his blood being sowhere else, then finally answered, “Sure thing, just write the address and ti, and we’ll find ti to swing by.”

“Will, do. Thanks, friend.”

He put down the phone a mont later. Undine massaged his, only slightly, limp dick to get it into full hardness again. She slowly lowered her lips, John was watching intently, ready for the mont his sensitive cock would finally get so pleasure. Undine’s outer layer, the shape of a dress, lded back into her body when she felt his desiring gaze.

A Quest window blocked the view when it finally got indecent.