John and Magoi headed back only after the beer was empty. They had caught a few fish, but always tossed them back into the water without care. Their main reason for staying was to sit there and talk. The two of them had always been friendly with each other. Being in a relationship with his daughter was a different thing than just having good business ties, however.

So, they had talked. About each other in more personal ways than before. About what Magoi demanded of their relationship. About when John thought he was ready to marry and have children. About what should be demanded of Lee in this relationship. If nothing else, Magoi seemed to hope that having a man in her life would motivate her to try harder at excelling in her natural talents. If that didn’t do it, perhaps being the weakest member in the harem would.

When they did depart, they had said everything they needed to. Tipsy, they split up outside of the barrier. Mabirl was already waiting for her husband, and the two walked to their home tower together. For his part, the Gamer had a couple dozen of metres to consider all that happened in the last two days. He felt gleeful and mindful of the responsibility he now had. It weighed on his shoulders, but this additional burden was nothing he couldn’t carry. Treating his women right was deeply engrained in his nature, after all this time doing it actively.

Opening the door to his home, he was met with all of his girls doing what they usually did. That was to say, they were sitting around, playing video games and with each other. Expectantly, they were all naked, including Lee, who was sitting between Nia and Eliza as if there was nothing unusual about that. Admittedly, there soon would be nothing unusual about it anyway.

Closing the door behind himself, John found the entire room pausing in what they did and waiting for him to say something. Thinking about the best way to put things, John slipped out of his shoes and walked into the room. Mattresses covered the floor everywhere, making the collective hanging-out experience cosier. “Putting it simple is best, I suppose,” he thought out loud. “Magoi gave the relationship his blessing.”

“Yeah!” Rave was the first to cheer and the rest of the room immediately followed with applause and happy outcries.

Sitting there with a huge grin plastered across her face, Lee yelped when her position on the couch soon turned into the centre of a big hug pile. There was laughing and congratulations and protests from a gamer girl who was suffocating among the sexy bodies of those she would soon be able to call her fellow haremettes.

Albeit, not quite yet.

“Ehem,” John cleared his throat, putting a pause in the celebrations. “That being said, I’ve decided to not yet indulge in this relationship – Let me finish!” he pre-emptively stated that when a bunch of complaints, led by Lee and Rave, came flying his way. “To start with, I cannot make you part of the harem right this second because I see those that have the Lover’s Will mark on them as part of it.” He raised his hands and wiggled his fingers, showing the dark blue brands that covered most of them. “To do so, your Relationship Points must be 180 or above.”

“And where am I at right now?” Lee asked.

“129,” the Gamer told her.

“…Yo, that’s straight up terrifying,” the young Fateweaver mumbled. “You can fall even deeper in love?”

“Don’t ya worry, it’s really nice,” Rave hummed.

“If the guy reciprocates,” Siena added with a small giggle.

“Which this one does,” Scarlett yawned, sitting by the couch, only minorly involved in the hug pile. “It’s one of his better features.”

“Thank you for that ringing endorsement,” John drily stated. “Anyway, next point, I’ve promised your father to treat you with romance.”

“Dude, I just really want you to fuck me already,” Lee pushed back.

“The feeling is mutual, but I’m not going to give into that desire so easily.” John crossed his arms and smirked. “Like it or not, I will make your first time more special than just taking you right here and now. We’ll have a date. I’ll earn myself your heart in its entirety, now that I no longer have to try to push you away. Then and only then, when I have your rightfully earned adoration, will I make you fully mine.”

Lee rolled her eyes. “Great, so it’s like a month of us hanging out until your system gives you what you want.”

John chuckled and walked over. Confident, he pulled her out of her hug pile and took hold of her chin. “You read so much about me,” he spoke deeply and quietly, oozing every bit of Charisma that he had grown since getting his power, “watched so much of me,” his thumb brushed over her pale pink lips, “desired me for so long. You think now that I can have you, you will be able to resist me for more than one day?” He bowed down to her ear. “You’re talking to the man with the largest, most powerful harem in the world,” he whispered. “One you wish to belong to. You got to know all of them already and you know you can’t turn back. Getting to know all of me will cement your decision.”

Straightening back up, he looked down at the smaller woman. Her brown eyes were open wide and hazy with desire. She loved every second of his strongmanship. “At least you’re confident,” she tried to put up some resistance.

John brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear and continued the motion by brushing through the dark, blackish brown until his hand reached the middle of her back. She shuddered throughout the entire process and even more intensely when he pulled her against his chest. “You will be mine,” he asserted again.

“When?” Lee asked, with a mixture of impatience and gleeful surrender in her voice.

“Once we´re out of here,” he told her, holding her and disrobing at the same time, using his menu. “I have my ten days of grinding and I’m not going to waste them.” Lee was getting more and more turned on. For all her perversion, her lack of experience and natural submissiveness made her easy to influence. “You shouldn’t either.” He took a handful of her ass. Then he backed off. Letting go of her, naked and fully erect, he sat down on the couch. Aclysia and Beatrice quickly occupied his sides and Rave took position between his legs. She was facing Lee and gave his dick a quick peck for show.

“Alright then.” Lee got the obvious implication, checking herself out as best she could. “So, you won’t even kiss me before we go on that date, right?”

“Correct,” John nodded.

“And you expect me to get myself in shape, yeah?”

“It would certainly fit someone in my harem to be the best they can be.”

Eliza cackled, pulling the attention of the room towards her. “Was… haha… I was just thinking about the unnecessary fucking… pfff… the giant assload of a lecture Lydia is going to give if she doesn’t try to better herself anyway.”

John wasn’t quite sure what was so entertaining about that, but the sentiment ran true. The entirety of the harem, to some extent, demanded of their fellow haremettes to make of themselves whatever they could. This was in all regards of life. The harem was to be healthy when it came to their bodies, to their minds and their interpersonal relationships. Lee was clearly doing well on the last one and adequate on the second, but only her nature of an Abyssal was preventing her from being quite the pudgy character. Efforts had been made, John was informed that far, but he wanted to pressure her into excelling further.

“Okay, guess I’m moving in with my parents for the ten days then,” Lee decided, venturing off to fetch her clothes. “I’ll give you what you want, but I’ll keep it hidden until that stupid date.”

“Good,” John put his arms around his maids, “I was about to propose something similar.”

“Already proposing to me, are you?” Lee asked, stepping into her panties.

“Yes,” the Gamer unashamedly responded. “You should ask the other girls here to teach you about Aura though. That would accelerate your growing process, if you can learn it.” He deliberately used ‘other girls’ when he spoke. Just saying ‘the girls’ would have framed her as an outsider.

“I’m a Fateweaver, not a martial artist,” Lee pushed back.

Metra tossed Lee’s shirt at her. “No harm done in learning to meditate properly, if you’re doing physical exercise anyway. Besides, aren’t you some kind of genius? Surely you can learn some proper fighting on the side. You Fateweavers should be able to defend yourself anyway.”

“Meditation is easy,” Rave threw in.

“…If you got a good fucking teacher…” Eliza mumbled.

“Oy!”

“Seizure hands, you fucking SUCK at teaching. Keep sucking cock instead!”

“Don’t mind if I do.” Rave turned to her boyfriend’s dick and started giving it little kisses. Partly as a performance, John groaned out loud.

Lee, perhaps because she didn’t want to be subjected to what she couldn’t have for another ten days, hastened getting into her pants and headed towards the door. “One more thing,” John spoke up, when she was just about to turn the knob. “Don’t masturbate.”

“…I’ll do whatever I want!” Lee answered, but the look she gave him was all the assurance John needed. “See you on our date.”

“On our date,” John confirmed.

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John had a day’s worth of Libido to unload and the more submissive section of his harem was riled up from his handling of Lee anyway. Generally, him showing the ropes to a nearly-introduced new member of the harem seemed to have put everyone in a more subservient mood. Which, in turn, served to make John incredibly horny.

About three hours later, he had filled every last woman’s cunt to the brim. Red butt cheeks and sweaty forms surrounded him. After facefucking Metra to one last orgasm, he laid down on the couch and closed his eyes.

He woke up. It was still night. The clock said he had slept 45 minutes, but with the time dilation in place, that meant it was closer to seven and a half hours.

Most of the harem was still unconscious. Aclysia was up, using the kitchen to prepare breakfast, and Beatrice was doing some basic cleaning. Because this space wouldn’t exist anymore in 10 days, they didn’t care too much about it being meticulously clean, but they didn’t want to live in filth either.

What had woken him up was not these two quietly going after their work, nor was it any of the other haremettes who he had tangled with yesterday. Instead, it was the German royal straddling his hips. His cock was already aligned with her pussy, the pretty pink of it framed by the black lace of her panties. Its design left a gap for her cunt to be freely accessible, making it useless for everyday use and perfect for their lifestyle. It joined a garter belt, stockings, and a thin silk veil that covered her top for a lingerie set that was deeply attractive.

“Good morning, my love,” Lydia greeted him, moaning as she slowly impaled herself on his length.

“Good morning,” he reciprocated and stretched, deeply satisfied with the way her tight pussy enveloped him, first thing in the morning. “I didn’t expect you to join us so soon.”

“It was an administrative challenge to create two vacation days for me with such haste, I admit.” Lydia stopped speaking when she was all the way down. Her eyes closed and she gyrated her hips. She seemed more intrigued with the way he stretched her out than to talk to her, at least for a few seconds. “Mother Metal… I’m already so close,” she mumbled.

“It was worth it then,” John pointed out.

“I am in no mood to tease you my love – Yes, it is worth it with every fibre of my body and soul.” Attempting to raise her hips, she dropped back down after less than a fifth of his size had left her. “Ahhh, I just want to enjoy this feeling… of your hard cock inside me.”

John ran his hands up her thighs, up her sides, and under the thin veil. “A new gimmick?” he asked.

“I have a distaste for bras, as you well know,” Lydia told him, her hips slowly swaying back and forth. Her tone stayed as steady as it could, even as the friction brought delightful pleasure to both of them. The pitch of her voice was occasionally compromised and went quite a bit higher than usual. “I thought this silk would provide its own charm.”

“It does.” John grinned. He was a great fan of the birthday suit, but Lydia’s habit of wearing sexy clothes during their private time was one he wholeheartedly supported for the uniqueness of it. Whenever he wanted to get rid of even that much, tearing it all from her body was no issue. “You missed the resolution of the Lee situation.”

“Aclysia already informed me of this. I do not mind missing the talks,” Lydia gasped. “I demand being present when you truly initiate her, however.”

“There are only two ways it could go,” the Gamer hummed. “Either I take her in close isolation, dedicating myself to her first time, or I take her among all of you. Since she seems to be dedicated to being part of the harem, the decision makes itself.”

“My wise love knows to please us all.” Lydia’s praise was accompanied by satisfied moans.

“Indeed, I do,” Jack whispered into the queen’s ear, pushing her forwards. Catching on the chest of his real body, he felt her breasts. The silk added a slippery soft layer between them. John quickly pushed it up, wanting to feel her bare skin on his. Simultaneously, his Extension pulled the buttplug out of her backside. Without further words, he pushed inside.