“The hell did I an with two faces?” he mumbled, chewing on scrambled eggs and the small pieces of bacon within it. Since Aclysia was still closely monitoring his nutrition intake, the second breakfast he got was much like the first. With so added bits and bobs here to help with refilling his stomach acid. The necessity of all this was questionable, given Gar’s Body, but John did at least imagine that he felt better when he ate what his weaponized maid recomnded. Could have been pure placebo. “Did the skin beco its own entity? Will I et two different main aspects of the Lorylim?”
He already knew that the Lorylim had a hivemind but also that it was far from unified. Every encounter that John had with them, particularly the first manifestation of Izha, had them as a babbling ss that spent a lot of ti arguing with themselves. It stood to reason, then, that there were more and less influential personalities in the network. Izha was likely one of the most influential personalities. From the translated binary that had appeared on the Observe windows, which had been a pain to rember and type in manually, he knew that Izha was or had been a man. Which ant, most likely, that humans could beco part of the Lorylim collective. It could also have been that the Lorylim were fundantally human and created by so strange experints.
‘I really hope that’s not the right answer,’ the Gar thought. ‘I don’t want to go through the motions of exterminating them all only to find out they can be recreated by so asshole in his basent. Huh, now that’s sothing I and the Golden Rose could agree on.’
The Lorylim as a ‘race’ were sothing whose genocide John was pretty sure was justified, as would be making sure any sort of research into the matter had to be stomped out as soon as possible. If so sort of benevolent personality surfaced within the hivemind, he might have to change his mind about all of that. Keeping that possibility open, as to not get possessed by an absolute conviction, he continued his second breakfast.
‘Who could the two faces be?’ He had his guesses, based on what either looked like. The flesh appeared to have been in the process of mutating (perhaps ‘breaking’ was more accurate) into a form similar to the Avatar of Izha that had greeted them after Salamander did her intended corruption. The hull had an entirely different appearance. Less corrupted but no less changed. Although the mycelium had originated from the flesh, it had centred around the armour. There were a number of possibilities that ca to mind for that entity, but he wasn’t certain enough about any of them to make the definitive call.
There was one he regarded as the most likely. Based on interactions had in the past and that it had struck Jeremiah in particular. Although John was only convinced it was the Art Eater based on the tal shell. It was yet a possibility that he was wrong about that. Regardless, assuming he was correct, the na he arrived at was Tiamat. The goddess of chaos, vanquished by Gaia personally during the Tower of Babel incident.
The Lorylim had displayed a knack for talking to tra specifically in certain ways, and if it was Jeremiah, then the origin of his sudden and intense corruption would be the bite he had taken out of the First of Wrath. A bite that had contained, among other things, traces of Tiamat’s scales.
“That leaves open a rather large ‘how’ though,” the Gar mumbled. The ‘how’ was so large that, although the evidence pointed towards the theory being correct, John didn’t want to call it a solid one. He had witnessed Gaia eradicating soone from existence before. If the supre deity let entities that she personally removed beco part of so giant, deeply malevolent collective, then John had a load of questions about her thods.
It would also an that tra was a massive security risk. Through their ntal connection, the Gar was very certain that the woman herself was not corrupted. She was loyal to him, by the conditions of their pact, her love and her lust to be the warrior (and sex slave, in his specific case) of a strong leader. The question was rather if there was so sort of switch the Lorylim could flip at any point. Best case, the Lorylim only got this opening because the materials were removed from tra’s body. Worst case, every single tracana was a remote detonation bomb.
His mind started to drift away from the questions he had and onto the implications of specific possibilities. The easiest sign that he wouldn’t get anything else out of thinking about this at the mont.
‘Well, if there is anything good about this, it’s that Jeremiah is probably in a whole lot of pain right now,’ he thought and closed that ntal chapter. The Art Eater was a dead man walking anyway at this point, being both soone that had stolen sothing from John and a traitor. The forr could be barely forgiven if proper andnts were made in ti, but he had no patience for the latter. Traitors were the scum of the earth.
Scraping the remainders of food off the plate, the Gar looked up. His mumblings had gone ignored, the girls not wanting to interrupt his thought process. They were nakedly spread throughout the small room and occasionally sent a glance his way. Not worried or concerned, they had lost reason to be either shortly after they had left the tournant hall, just curious when he was finished brooding.
Which was right about now. “Alright,” he declared, pushing the plate to the side to show that he was done with it. Aclysia was already moving in to retrieve it. “I’m going to recharge my batteries for the rest of the day. So, it’s ti to relax and…” He barely had said the word ‘relax’ when a window popped up in front of him.
“…Gaia, how about you give a new Quest for the tournant, instead of Achievents out of nowhere?” he complained out loud. There was no answer. “Stuff like this is exactly why I sass you back all the ti, big-booty goddess,” he grumbled
“You have my appreciation, firm butted idol of the world,” he thanked the heavens and shifted attention to the room. “Anyway, I was thinking we should go through the nice and innocent group exercise that is fulfilling the Lover Boy Class Challenges.” He would have wanted to do that anyway, but now he had to hit one that could fit on whatever Florida would throw at him tomorrow.
The odd date request aside, basically all Lover Boy level ups were based on fucking in certain ways. Lasting a certain duration, teasing the girls in definitive ways, sotis having sex in awkward situations including bossfights and such things. A lot of those Challenges COULD have been difficult, had he not possessed a large harem. Whenever there were Challenges that required a large number of girls or fetishes on the niche or extre side of things, he had the luxury to sort things out in a way that made it enjoyable for everyone. No need to search for partners that would agree with what he had to do. On the ti axis, since desyncing with Jack was now a thing, he didn’t have to worry at all.
Which reminded John that he could now literally spend all day fucking and still work without issue. A quality of life improvent that was incalculable in its benefit. Not only for the obvious reason of that being an incredibly joyful lifestyle, but also because it made maxing out the benefit from Experience of Love even easier. He hadn’t missed a single day since getting it, but it was still nice to have it be basically guaranteed.
As for why John wanted to clear the Class Challenges, that was also thanks to Experience of Love. Although he hadn’t grinded in regular Instant Dungeons recently, he still got a level every two days and tomorrow he would hit 250. At that point, he could get Lover Boy to level 9. It was exciting to be so close to maxing out another Class. Just another 20 days of fucking around (literally) and he would have it. That was without any fighting, which he would still do once he got back ho.
“Sounds great,” Rave danced over to him, “what’re we starting with?”
John looked between her legs. At the mont, his clean-shaven girlfriend was dry. As much as they hit the perverted lifestyle, they couldn’t all be excited all the ti, just because they were naked the majority of the ti. “I’m feeling like getting so dessert, so get on the table.”
“As you say, tiger,” his girlfriend purred.
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“…and that’s what’s happening in Florida right now,” the other side of John’s consciousness reported. The summarization wasn’t in favour of the blonde berserker currently bobbing her head in his lap. tra had been surprised when John described the vision he had gotten to her, but had decided that it was either a coincidence or not worth thinking too much about until it actually happened.
“I’ve gotten old enough to take prophecies with a grain of salt,” was all she had to say about the matter. Attending to his needs was evidently more interesting than overthinking things. That was his speciality anyway. Letting his left hand guide her movents under the table made more sense for both of them.
The report was instead ant for the person on the other side of the phone he was holding in his right. “It seems you are in another eventful stretch of your life,” Lydia’s voice echoed in his ear. She was sounding as controlled as ever, but he knew she was smiling by the tone. The soft piano music in the background ant that she was alone, practicing her powers by lowering the tal keys. It had gotten more intricate recently.
“Like it’s greatly different for you,” John laughed. “I’ve read the articles that have been published about you recently.”
Although it had taken a few days, courtesy of Lydia’s bureaucratic lifestyle, eventually she had appeared before the public with her improved curves and everything. She may have been able to sowhat hide the change, had the queen worn her clothes in a more conservative fashion. This had not happened. Instead, she kept the upper parts of her shirt unbuttoned, like she had done around John, revealing a fair bit of cleavage. It did little to compromise her general image, the uniform and stern behaviour was all the sa, but that only emphasized the importance of those few buttons.
The press had gotten wild over things. Having a more attractive monarch was always a thing people appreciated, it was so sort of national pride thing. How this transformation was possible, however, was the greater question on everyone’s lips. Especially since a considerable increase in her strength was noted soon thereafter, as the queen attended a traditional tournant and participated as a guest of honour. That Lydia had stagnated in power hadn’t been widely known, but the rapid expansion was unusual, even in the Abyss.
Theories ranged from her having secretly found out how to do a second fusing, sothing impossible as half-elentals couldn’t form a new contract, to her having removed a limiter she had always kept on herself for an unknown reason. There were so more valid theories, so of which even skirted close to the truth.
After getting John’s approval, Lydia held an interview where she told everyone of his involvent. She didn’t say how exactly he raised her capacity or by how much, although she was honest in the training thod used. They had relied on outside information themselves for that bit, so there was no harm in spelling it out.
That had been about a week ago and the press was still reporting on it. Granted, it was a pretty eventless ti at the mont, but it was an odd thing to get hung up on. John very much enjoyed that there were rumours going around that sleeping with him allowed won to get more beautiful and stronger. He debunked it in a public announcent of his own, but the rumour still stuck.
“That’s hardly exciting news, the people are simply bored,” Lydia declared. “I cannot fathom why they made the decision to blow this out of proportion in such a way.”
“But you’re enjoying it,” John pointed out. “There’s no way you went on stage showing off your bigger boobs and thought nobody would notice. You’re too smart for that. Sa for you showing off that you’re stronger now in that tournant.”
“I certainly did want to demonstrate that I had improved physically,” Lydia conceded imdiately. “When it cos to my shirt, I simply do not feel comfortable anymore if everything is tightly wrapped up. It gets sweaty and I don’t like the way it feels when I breathe.”
“What, is it difficult?” John wondered. “That sounds like you would need new shirts.”
“I acquired new clothes, that’s not the issue.” The tal mage sounded a bit annoyed at the assumption he had made. “I can breathe without issue, it simply doesn’t feel correct if I don’t have a bit of room.”
“I suppose that’s a thing I just can’t get without having boobs myself,” John guessed. “Must be like the problem guys have with the balls sticking to the legs or otherwise flopping around unpleasantly.”
“It could be like that, the reference is difficult to make, seeing that neither of us possesses both.”
“We could ask a transvestite or a really fat man.”
Lydia chuckled. “I don’t think that will be reliable data in either way.” There was a small pause, the scratching of a pen over a piece of paper accompanied by the peaceful lody in the background. “Regardless of my logical reasoning, it is certainly true that I enjoy showing what our association has gotten . As much as I would like to claim that I’m not a vain person, showing that I’m now one of the most attractive won on the face of the planet does appeal to the sa base parts of that brought into your arms.”
“You should listen to those base parts more often, they seem to know what you should do with your life,” the Gar said.
“Relinquish my titles imdiately, forego all my duties, accept your offer to beco part of Fusion and see whether or not my discipline can find application in aiding you in your cause and raising our children does sound pleasant,” Lydia admitted without a mont’s hesitation. Then she cleared her throat. He could practically hear her blush. “And although I think that lifestyle would be fulfilling, I still want to serve what my grandfather protected. At this point in ti, such base desires must be denied.”
“Sounds like you’re willing to leave the throne behind at so point though,” John pointed out.
“As it stands right now, abdicating at so point is a foregone conclusion,” the queen of Rex Germaniae said like it was not a big deal. Which it wasn’t, as she explained. “Assuming that our love continues to thrive, which no fibre of my heart doubts, and you will continue to level that Lover Boy Class, which a tingle in that brand you put upon tells you will do, guaranteed, I will eventually reach that realm of Romulus. While I might follow his example and your ideal and beco an eternal figurehead, I have no intention of actually ruling for several millennia. Especially not if the current configuration of powers persists and my position here might put at odds with you at so point.”
“So, once you feel like you served your guild and fulfilled all designs you had for it, you would resign and co to live with forever?” The Idea was exciting. It would take decades, most likely, but it was wonderful to hear regardless.
“I think the path of a housewife has the sa, if not more, potential at fulfilling my personal desires as being a ruler. Therefore, yes, once all is said and done, I shall try my hand at that.”
“Housewife, eh? I’m not sure Aclysia will concede any of the housework to you. She’ll fight tooth and nail to do as much as she can herself.”
“Given the size of your estate, I’ll find sothing to do. If it’s not chores, then I’ll just take lead over your several personally owned buildings.” A short rustle of paper interrupted what she was saying. “I might turn from the official ruler of one country into the unofficial one of another. As long as it occupies during the tis we aren’t together, I feel that won’t be a problem. I also notice that you haven’t raised any objections to the ‘wife’ part.”
“I’m going to marry all of you in so fashion at so point,” the Gar confird with a happy tingle on his skin. “I’m sure not all of the girls want a ring or a ceremony, but I’m willing to give both to all of you. Just as long as we understand that Jane gets the first of both.”
“Hmm, I do not envy your position of picking the order of proposals afterwards,” Lydia let him know. “I will certainly beco moody if you let wait for too long. I’d also have to put it into our marriage contract sowhere that it would be matrilineal.”
“We could join last nas,” John jokingly suggested. “Lydia Augusta the Fourth of House Hohenzollern-Newman, rolls off the tongue without any issue.”
“Perhaps if your na was Neumann, I would consider it, but this mixture of English and German irks . Regardless, this is about my children’s claim to my own inheritance.”
“That’s not particularly ritocratic of you,” he pointed out.
“The nobility has its value in providing a social fra that’s hard to shake. It’s their arrogance and belief to be of higher standard that needs to be kept in check.”
“You and Marie agree on that topic.”
“Ah yes, the French candidate. How did she receive my improvents?” Lydia sounded like she was suppressing a series of chuckles. “I try to not engage in such brattish behaviour as complaining about another woman, but knowing her repeated riffs on her superior looks, I do wonder what she said.”
“Would you say she looks better than you?”
“She used to have a more pleasing appearance than , I will admit. She has been born with more attractive curves, albeit that gap has closed. Do you care for answering my question?”
“Well, not a lot I can tell you there. I had tea with her yesterday, but you didn’t co up. I’m still trying to help her over her arrogance issues, so I think she is staying clear of the topic in case she upsets .”
“A smart decision on her part, I would say,” Lydia declared and they shifted to another topic.
The Gar was talking to his gorgeous girls on both locations and was also having his fair bit of fun with their bodies, be it tra’s throat, Rave’s ass or whatever other hole he wanted to claim.
There was no better way to recharge his batteries.
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