John was absolutely, undoubtedly, certainly on his own.
Just as he had wanted, he had fucked his girls to a state that could well be described as ‘sexually broken’. It wasn’t the first ti he had done so, and unlike what hentai might indicate, he hadn’t given them so many orgasms that they beca completely different people. The only ti he had managed to noticeably alter a part of a woman’s character was when he had fucked tra so hard she beca a proper submissive on his birthday, and that was, arguably, a change that had been bubbling under the surface.
No, it was simply that he had taken them all so thoroughly, their minds (and to so extent bodies) were in utter shambles. Logic was a faraway concept for them and their pleasure receptors had been so thoroughly overloaded that they would take a bit to recalibrate. Trying to hold a conversation with any of them was a thing of weak and delayed answers to the most basic of questions. When he helped them walk, he could get them sowhere, but they would need several hours of rest before they could think about moving normally again.
Under these circumstances, John had spent the two hours following their orgy getting them all to the shower room, helping them clean themselves up, get them to drink a fair bit of water, tugging them into bed and then giving each of them an individual good night cuddle, complete with little vows of his love for them tailored to the way he felt about each of them. Even with two bodies, doing all of that for thirteen girls (Nathalia’s avatar had burned out at the end of the orgy), cost a lot of ti.
By the end of that process, each girl was at least able to listen to him making those vows, but they also fell asleep instantly afterwards. Even those that didn’t have a physical need to rest were knocked out. Their minds needed that little reset that sleep provided. Maybe even more than that, but they would see about that in the morning.
John had gotten his girls into these states before. Admittedly not all of them at the sa ti, but individually each of them had been put into that over-fucked state at least once. All it took was a day where they felt like whipping Cumslut out or only a few girls having ti to tend to him when he had an exceedingly horny day. A few hours of constant fucking and him indulging in the ecstasy of watching the sharp minds of his girls devolve into sothing that couldn’t even pronounce the word ‘cock’ was scratching all of his most debauched itches.
The harettes also liked it. John could only take their word for it, but apparently being in that state was like being surrounded by fuzzy clouds, drunk and completely awake at the sa ti – plus the constant orgasms. It was apparently a great stress reliever (which wasn’t too surprising given the amount of endorphin that must get released during all of that) and the sleep they got afterwards was expectantly deep. Long too, which was a bit of an issue. John didn’t expect any of the girls to wake up in under ten hours, not even Eliza or tra.
When they eventually did, they would be sore, if their bodies were capable of feeling such a thing, and they would need to get used to controlling their motor functions again. They would also be adorably impressible, because their brains were still partly shut-off. John had tried (purely for science, one had to understand) how far that would go and once asked Lydia if she would gift him the Protectorate of Prussia. She had told him to shove it, in slightly more diplomatic words. Much like hypnotized people, it was impossible to get them to do sothing they truly didn’t want to.
Once they managed to get out of bed ca the urgent need for sustenance – fluid replacent in particular. A thorough al later, they would need another nap and then they were (mostly) back to normal. The main part of the recovery lasted about a day.
Of course, there were also the occasional aftershock-lite spasms, the intense aching for his cock, rembering the taste of his seed, yearning for his touch, getting a sudden rush of desire from a surfacing mory of the encounter, and so on. Nothing a bit of willpower couldn’t handle, especially since sub-drop was no longer among these symptoms of being ‘sexually broken’.
All in all, it wasn’t a horrible condition to be in, at least not with the Gar being around and willing to help them through all of what he had so gleefully caused. It was just ti consuming and often left them unable to properly work the next few days. Oddly enough, they were also usually more needy after they had recovered. One would think that satisfying them so thoroughly would sate them for a couple of days, but once they were no longer exhausted, they really wanted it.
Which would be very interesting given that John was now looking at a week without any of his Pleasure Output bonuses and then at more days with them coming back one by one.
John strutted through the quiet living room. It was as calm in there as it was inside his mind. No communications reached him or ran through him, nobody was talking to him, nobody could even conceivably co and want anything at the mont. He was just alone, naked, walking through his apartnt.
‘When was I last truly alone like this?’ he asked himself. ‘Must have been a few months at least… if ever. I an, I was regularly alone before I got these powers, but that was a different kind of lonely. Being at ho and not actually having anyone to socialize with aside from Mom. Yeah, that’s being actually lonely. I’m just alone at the mont. It’s not nearly that bad.’
He went to the fridge and poured himself a glass of orange juice. He had already drunk enough to get rid of the dehydration debuff. That glass was just for the taste. While he contemplated what to do next, he checked what the exact list of things that were now disabled even was. Opening his nu, he found a complete list of status effects.
‘Gaia and her wonky wording,’ John complained ntally, as he looked up and down that list. He had fully expected to lose access to Lover Boy, Sexual Mastery and Lover’s Will, but all of his command and cum related bonuses being lost was not technically what he had been told would happen. He had been specifically told that Pleasure Output bonuses would be lost. Now, his cum causing orgasms was definitely an increase in pleasure output, but the actual modifier was not in use. ‘Ah well, it would have tainted the challenge anyway,’ John got over it fairly quickly.
That even the perk that made his cum taste delicious was disabled was a bit strict, but he had wanted to see how well he fared in the sexual departnt without his sexual bonuses. To that end, having all of it disabled was actually necessary, even if the roughly 300% Pleasure Output was the core of it all. Even with that extensive list of banned items, John still had Source of Satisfaction. That didn’t help him in terms of pleasuring his girls, but it ant that he retained his ability to cum an endless amount of tis per day. Given just how many girls he had to satisfy, that may have been the most crucial ability of all.
‘Would be interesting to know how well I fare without it… how often could I cum in a single day without that Perk? 15, maybe 20 tis? I still have an absurdly high Libido and good Endurance. I would have to rely more on my tongue and fingers and stop between erections, but I think I could do it…’ The Gar pulled himself away from the theoreticals before his imagination could give him a solid boner. He wouldn’t be able to take care of it on his own, so it would be quite botherso. ‘Also interesting that Lover’s Will is the last to co back. Makes sense, given that All Pleasure is much better than just Sexual Pleasure, not to ntion all of the other stuff attached to it.’
He finished his glass of orange juice and then rolled his neck with a yawn. Blinking a few tis, he wondered if maybe he should go to bed as well. After a mont of analysation, he ca to the conclusion that he was in that in-between state where he would feel kind of tired while standing or sitting but wide awake when lying down. Spending a couple of hours gaming and watching videos would take care of things.
The decision made, the Gar walked out of the kitchen and towards the door that led into the apartnt’s gaming room. While the living room’s television was hooked up to all manners of consoles and a gaming PC, it was primarily used for party gas or movie watching. It was where he spent the majority of his day because that’s where his girls were and all of the surfaces were well optimized for imdiate indulgences. It was the living room tailored to the Gar’s lifestyle.
While the gaming room did have so design choices that were definitely inspired by John’s easy access to blowjobs, the floor underneath the tables having padding being the primary one, it fundantally fulfilled the purpose of actually serving as a gaming room. Several beefy PCs were standing on top of the tables, where they were safe from fun had underneath the glass tabletops. Arranged in four rows, similar to an internet café, there were enough computers for the entire harem to play, as well as a few guests. Cable managent was thankfully automized, all of them tucked away inside plastic boxes that sat behind or, in the case of the central two rows, between the tables.
John flipped a switch and the room was illuminated by multi-coloured LED lights, scattered about the walls. They pulsated softly, switching between green, red, yellow and blue and tinted the room in a pleasantly dim light. There was the regular, white electrical light bulb as well, but John preferred this. He had always thought all of the LED bits on computers to be unnecessary. Now that he had the money to install all of it, he found it pretty fancy. He theorized that it was his show-off showing, but he didn’t care much if it was true or not.
He sat down on the computer capping the rightmost row. It was one of just three that faced the entrance and was closest to it. Because he was at ho and because there was no depth to his depravity his girls didn’t know about, he didn’t care if any of them waltzed in and saw exactly what he was doing. This was one of the few places where he could let go of his paranoia and just enjoy himself.
The chair he sat in had cost almost as much as the computer and started massaging his back at the click of a button. Another press of his finger and the PC itself started to hum with the quiet flow of electricity and water cooling. The four screens in front of John, three in a row and the fourth placed above, were all optimally placed and tilted for his viewing pleasure. Within two seconds, his desktop showed and the Gar opened Youtube to put on a Let’s Play as background noise.
As the Smash Ultimate player talked about the funny forward aerial, John opened his nu. Maybe it would have been better to wait with his Perk choices until his girls were back up to advise him. However, he just felt like giving himself these final two boons on a day of aweso happenings. If he was stuck on a decision, he would just not make it.
The eighth Perk of the Gar Class was a choice John found easy to make, but still regretted to have to make. There was absolutely no way he would forego the Stat Scaling Increase. It was simply too good to pass up on, even without the retroactive application. Given previous Perks, that might very well co up, so at worst John got 700 more Stats until his max level and at best he got an additional burst of 300 soti soon. Both were substantial.
Regardless, Fateweaving Rope was sothing he would have very much appreciated to have. Not being reliant on Magoi to safely enter a Raid would be quite nice. Because he had such ready access to the High Fateweaver, his less-but-still-capable son Magnus, an entire school of upcoming barrier specialists and his own Fateweaver Class that would, doubtlessly, give him sothing similar eventually, the choice just wasn’t pressing enough to make it.
Real Engine sounded like an incredibly dangerous tool to have, given the loyalty bit, but also incredibly interesting. The potential upsides to having a number of the incredibly powerful Raid bosses on his side were nurous and taking whatever friends he made during Kingdom Adventures back with him as well was nice.
Still, John went with the reliable and predictable choice. A Raid boss might as well go on a rampage once they escaped from their programd reality and there was no guarantee John would ever make such friends in the Kingdoms or that they would want to co live with him in an entirely different dinsion that left them unable to access their original ho.
With any luck, he would get a Perk that did similar things in the future.
Again, the choice was obvious. This ti, John felt less conflicted. Fateweaving Rope was still good, but not good enough. Accelerationism was interesting, there was no doubt about it, and there was a good argunt to be made that he needed to get stronger quickly. Getting the next 200 levels in half the ti, roughly, had the potential to make the unification of the USA a smooth endeavour.
However, John already felt powerful enough that he could achieve this goal. He was already among the top one-thousand strongest beings on the planet, if not the top hundred. Those who he still had to fear where in or above the level range that Accelerationism would debuff him for. It fixed an issue he currently didn’t have and then created one later on.
‘The more I think about it, the more it’s actually sort of bad…’ John thought and scratched his head. ‘Well, there is no way I won’t take the Class Level Scaling Increase anyway. This is exactly what I wanted and, honestly, kind of ridiculous.’
Having picked that Perk, John only needed two more levels to get to the final Gar Perk.
And he had a rough idea of how to get those.
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