They had breakfast in the garden. Not because John particularly wanted to leave the house, but because there was no room big enough to hold the formation of tables they had improvised to accommodate everyone. The Gamer had, after everyone had somewhat freshened up, insisted that they all have breakfast together.

Between then and now, he himself had taken a shower, made a deal about the distribution and profit share he would receive from the recordings of last night, had sex with Rave and some other of his girls three times and just generally enjoyed life in full. As to why he called this early meeting in the day, there was a simple reason.

“I’ll be leaving in a few hours,” he announced after everyone had eaten enough to wrestle but the worst of hangovers down to acceptable levels. For everyone else, Undine was doing them the favour of curing them.

Those words were met with little surprise. People must have realized that, now that his business here was concluded, the leader of Fusion had to move elsewhere. It did beckon a few questions though.

“As you should already know, I have made arrangements for some people to come from the Hudson Barrier over to the main island here and establish a governmental institution of this new province. The new name is still pending, but the change itself is well under way,” he started on his explanations.

Rolling his neck, he continued. “That’s, of course, what is generally going to happen. Infrastructure being built, police force being recruited, local elections getting put under way, all that stuff. As to the islands, aside from the core rules of Fusion, they are under effective self-governance as I have promised.

“Which raises the question of what will happen to you all,” John looked over the arrangement of people. Surprisingly (well, not all that surprisingly) Aclysia had been in possession of more than enough maid uniforms to replace the ruined ones. As such the guys, with their shirts and jeans, stuck out of the arrangement like an unsexy, sore thumb. “Because I don’t intend to stay here and manage this island. Instead, I will delegate this task to someone else,” he gestured to his left, and the weaponized maid rose up from her seat in response, “Aclysia will be in charge of this island in my stead. Tell them what your plans are.”

Aclysia took one of her little bows as he got seated. “As you wish, Master,” she stated in her calm, melodic voice, before addressing the crowd at large. Her tone got a lot less submissive when talking to them. “I have two intentions for this place. Number one, maintenance, this is where most of you will likely find your occupation. The fields have to be looked after, the security measures checked, the buildings kept clean and the garden tended. You will be paid by Fusion for this work…” she hesitated for a second, “…and you will be allowed to wear whatever you want.”

Having to suppress a bit of a chuckle, John did his best to keep quiet. That Aclysia was even the mildest bit put off by allowing girls to pick something to wear that didn’t play to her master’s fetishism was amusing to him. Well, ‘put off’ was a bit strongly worded. Confused as to why they wouldn’t naturally do that may have been more accurate.

“Secondly, I want to establish a school here,” Aclysia continued, standing straight and with confidence. “An institution to teach, exclusively women, the craft of being a proper servant. This will range from cleaning, cooking and household calculations, to combat, etiquette and sexual lessons, enacted with toys, if Master isn’t there for a demonstration.” John had not heard of that side of the plan, but he did approve of it. “We will only take applicants above the age of eighteen, of course, and they will also be presented with a number of different lessons that may turn out to be useful.”

It was a pretty ambitious idea, simply because John couldn’t imagine the market for this was particularly great. First, women that decided, on their own, to sign into a maid school, and second, the pretty scarce population of Abyss. Because it was the Abyss, however, this could work out, given the number of weirdos and the level of fame Aclysia enjoyed at John’s side.

“Those of you who have no intention to be simple island keepers may apply for that school when the preparations are finished. Either as students or teachers,” Aclysia elaborated further. “If accepted, tuition will be free. Teacher’s will be paid from my own funds.” The so collected tone of the weaponized maid suddenly rose in enthusiasm. “The goal of the school is to train new generations of women into the honourable, fulfilling and wonderful role of maids. As maids, it is our sacred duty to tend to and protect our Master!”

‘I am not quite sure that’s the standard definition of maid,’ John thought, still keeping his mouth shut and that thought buried where Aclysia couldn’t see it. She might have gotten offended. ‘Especially the protect part. Maids aren’t historically combatants…’

Aclysia cleared her throat to resume in her gathered fashion. “It should be stated that, while I prefer everyone would be open for it, being on this island in the future does not necessitate that you are available to Master’s advances, sexual or otherwise. This goes for the employees for island tending as well as the future school and all its students and teachers. I do, however, advise that you leave whenever you want to properly settle with someone else. This is a place for bachelorettes or people happy to tie themselves to my John. Similarly, the maids trained here are under no obligation to serve Master or in Fusion by their graduation…” A ‘but I would much recommend that’ was hanging in the air during the pause she took.

People had been quietly listening, mostly because everyone was aware of what Aclysia herself was capable of even without her master around, but now that there was a longer pause, they started to whisper amongst themselves. Opinions were quietly exchanged.

“If you have any questions, I ask you that present them now,” Aclysia said after letting this go on for a little bit.

“Aren’t you a bit too busy to run a school?” was the first question flying her way.

The weaponized maid shook her head. “Although my schedule is currently quite occupied by following Master around, there will be peace in the future, and during that I will be available often enough. Especially once a long-distance teleporter is installed and I can travel here in a matter of seconds.” Which was an item high on John’s list of priorities. “I hope that this is done by the time the school itself is built.”

“Okay, so how fucking many do you even want to train?” the maid asking that question shrunk away when Aclysia gave her a long, annoyed stare. “…Sorry for the swearing…”

“A minimum of one and a maximum of one hundred students should be in training at any given time,” Aclysia swiftly responded after that apology. A number of different questions flew in afterwards, most of which she could answer quickly as John had asked them of her when he had first heard the idea.

His doubts about the viability of this school had already been established, but that aside he absolutely loved everything about this. The world absolutely needed more maids. That many of them would likely decide to go elsewhere after receiving a very broad, cost-free education (which he was damn sure Aclysia would do everything she could to rival even top-level universities) was a bit sobering, but at the face of it, he loved it.

It certainly helped that, as he was pretty sure most girls that stayed here in any capacity would be open to have sex with him at least once, he had his vacation island of maids to fool around with. While he may find a few more loves amongst those, it was more likely he was just going to have some casual fun with women that perfectly well knew what they were getting into. If they came just for the education on maidhood, John would leave them alone no problem and make very sure everyone knew that rejecting him wouldn’t cause any disadvantages for them.

He may have been a pervert, but he had no intention of throwing his power and influence around to essentially coerce women into sex. Not only was that sleazy as all hell, he really didn’t need to do that.

“So, what, are we going to be some sort of little harem?” one girl asked a related question, and John audibly hummed at hearing that, causing attention to shift to him.

Having put himself on the spot like that, it seemed it was his turn to answer something. “I like that, ‘the little harem’. I mean, there is a lot more of you even now, numerically speaking, but I’ll be perfectly blunt: I don’t look to love any of you, and if you all want to see me as some casual fun yourself, that’s all fine. As Aclysia already laid out, once you actually have a proper relationship, you can just cut ties with this island. I’m fine with that. So yeah, you would be the little harem.”

After that, arrangements were made pretty quickly. The girls and guys that had left the party yesterday before the orgy started all made clear that they had no intention to be part of that. John offered them that they could stay for a month or two, while they searched for some housing elsewhere. An offer they took with gratitude.

Of the forty girls that had slept with John, all but two decided to stay. The Gamer expected that number to dwindle further as the (soon to no longer be) maids realized that he wouldn’t be here every other day, but more like every other month. After all, with the life they had previously lived, he doubted many of them saw their fulfilment in doing cleaning and gardening.

A subgroup of five girls, Melthy first amongst them, voiced their interest in Aclysia’s maid school. For that, the artificial guardian declared Melthy temporary vice-headmaid of that school and in charge of making sure the building would be constructed properly. Although the head architect was a Fateweaver Magoi had sent over during the initial construction spree. Given more time than a few days, that guy was sure to create a nice, Victorian looking building.

With all of that concluded, John declared the meeting over. People quickly scattered to sleep some more or just get some alone time after all of this closeness for the past hours. The trio of Rave, Aclysia and John didn’t lose any more time on the former Small Lake Pact and soon stepped to the harbour and the run-down boat that the former leader had owned and John had inherited. It had been cleaned quite thoroughly, but it would need a new layer of paint before it ever looked proper again.

The Gamer was more inclined to just throw it away once he got some better ones built. He looked back to the island after he had started the motor. “I think we did pretty good here,” he stated.

Rave giggled, sitting down next to him in the middle-sized vessel. “Talk about selling things short, we did fantastic,” looking back herself, she counted down. “I got a power-up, ya got way better with your eyes, more territory, humiliated the Lake Alliance, reformed a local culture to something less toxic, formed, pffff,” she laughed a little louder, “formed a school for maids, all pretty great.”

“I don’t appreciate your mockery of that last point, Mistress,” Aclysia complained from the backseat. “Would you not like more servants to help with the daily chores?”

“I would like more girls in kinky maid uniforms around me,” Rave admitted easily. “Doesn’t mean I can’t also find it funny.” Her eyes got stuck on the medieval looking tower that had survived all of the reconstructions. “By the by, did ya ever translate the scribbles inside?”

“Some of them,” John commented as they began swimming away. It was his turn to laugh. “It was a number of hate-poems about being sent to the middle of god-knows-where by a certain humanoid, dickish rat.”

“Oh wow,” Rave exclaimed, joining him in his joy, even Aclysia giggled a little bit.