Chapter 1062 – Christmas Friends 1 – Friends of the Harem


    “Enjoy it while you have it, ladies,” John said, with his hands stemmed into his hips. He was standing in the middle of the shower room, watching his harem clean themselves (and each other).


    “Audible gasp!” Sylph declared, zapping over to him. “Are you leaving us? Should I enjoy you while you’re still here? Is this some weird excuse to fuck? I’m down!” She was already rubbing her pussy. “Like, really down! Push me down, John, and let’s fuck like rabbits!”


    John took the pushing and the fucking part of that offer, driving Sylph against the wall and ploughing her from behind. “I mean the shower room,” he explained over the arcvolt elementals moans. “This entire thing is getting a redesign once we’re upgrading to the last Guild Hall Tier.”


    “I fail to see the loss,” Nathalia responded, combing her hair with her fingers while the shower of water washed over her. “This room is drab. Boring. White tiles, metal showerheads, space and a glass wall. Not worthy of a space in which I keep grooming myself.”


    “Yeah, I was thinking something grand with normal showers and rain simulations, perhaps a small hot spring, a sauna... you know we’ll have an absolutely absurd amount of space once the upgrade is... oh fuck...” He tried his best to keep the conversation up, but Sylph’s pussy was just too good. Only after cumming inside her and switching things to her sucking him off could he continue. “Once the upgrade is done.”


    “How much is an absurd amount of space?” Scarlett wanted to know.


    “I estimate... several floors of about 250’000 square metres. That’s about three times the size of Buckingham Palace, for reference.”


    “The Palace will upgrade to 500 by 500 metres?” Rave asked.


    “Well, granted, that’s a rough estimation of the star fort,” John elaborated further. “The actual Palace will be about half as wide, so more like 250 times 250, or 62’500 square metres per floor.”


    “That’s just a quarter,” Sylph remarked between licks.


    “Yes, that is how multiplying sides that are half as long works.” The Gamer put a hand on her head. “Want to do more math or suck my dick?”


    “One is boring, the other fills my mouth with delicious cum, so that seems like a trick question.” Sylph grinned and went back to blowing him with her greedy little mouth.


    “Who fucking cares how enormous your bitching house is?!” Eliana shouted. “Are you trying to attract some gold-digging whores to breed? YOU BETTER FUCKING NOT BE!”


    The obvious counter to that, being that John already had a big enough house and status to attract that kind of woman, was not the one that would have calmed Eliana down in the slightest. “No babies before ours, I swear,” he promised her instead.


    That crashed her crazy outcry into a series of similarly crazy giggles. It would have probably collapsed it into some demands to be filled up right that second, had John not already been occupied with Sylph. Her blowjob transitioned into a facefucking, after John put the water on. The need to clean himself was greatly diminished by the two maids that swiftly moved up to him to do their usual.


    About thirty minutes later, they all were back in the living room, freshened up and naked. John checked the clock. “Alright, we have about twenty minutes before we need to head down, so let’s get dressed.”


    It was the first day of Christmas, the 25th of December, and today they would have their friends over. Because their combined circle of close acquaintances, plus their significant others, was way too large to fit into their living room, they were holding the party down on the base floor of the Palace.


    While the first floor was separated into smaller segments such as the personal apartments of the haremettes or rooms for specific purposes such as the indoor pool, the base floor was cut into four evenly sized quarters. The northwest and southeast quarters were claimed by evenly sized guest rooms. Northeast was one giant hall, which John simply titled the ballroom. Southwest was an assortment of differently sized chambers, filled with ebon wood furniture, ventilation and alcohol.


    The last one of these four area types had seen the most use so far, getting one of the various rooms occupied whenever John wanted to have a gathering in relative privacy within his own home. That the other two had gone basically unused so far wasn’t all that surprising. After all, how often did John want to host a ball in his home when the topics were usually about some matter of state? That he could afford to have such an enormous, mostly unused room in his house only spoke to his absurd wealth.


    “Seems so,” John agreed, raising a hand and wiggling with his fingers in a beckoning fashion. Making eye contact with one of the maids was optional, they understood the demand either way and brought him a glass of champagne. “Given your experience, you held an event like this before, right?”


    “What a nice way to say I’m old,” Magoi laughed and the two cheered before taking a sip each. “Yes, I’ve organized a festivity or two, although it was never in a private capacity.”


    “Really?” Momo asked, chiming into the conversation. “You always struck me as the ‘done it all’ type.”


    “Hello there, Momo, a.k.a. the one that always talks back, a.k.a. the returner,” Magoi greeted the fairy support.


    “We said hello earlier,” the sassy white-haired woman responded drily. “Getting dementia already?”


    “In my age, dementia is more than justified,” the High Fateweaver shook his head, “but no. I may be the ‘done it all’ type, but I haven’t actually done it all.” He emptied his champagne in one swoop. “Enough about me, though, I hear you will become our new chancellor?”


    Momo’s thick eyebrows pulled together, putting her forehead into irritated wrinkles. “Oy, John, I haven’t said yes to that yet,” she complained.


    “I didn’t say you had said yes – yet,” John emphasized that particular word. “It’s just that I told Magoi, several months ago, that you would be my favourite for the position.”


    “And with Aclysia recently stepping down from the position, you are naturally slotted to take it up,” Magoi finished up. “Unless you don’t feel like it...?”


    “I mean...” Momo averted her gaze, “...I do like working...”


    “...and maid uniforms,” John threw in there.


    “...and maid uni- oy!”


    “It’s part of the job description,” said the Gamer, with crossed arms. “Plus, you look adorable in one.”


    “I... urgh,” Momo rolled her eyes, “you say that to all the girls.”


    “Most of the girls, and when I say it, it’s always true.” Inching a little bit closer, the Gamer bowed towards her ear. With an unwilling sound, she turned her head away. Her feet didn’t move at all. “So, what’s your answer?” he pushed, gently caressing her lower back.


    “...Fine! Whatever, fine! I’ll do it!” the unnecessarily flustered chancellor-to-be exclaimed.


    “The job or the uniform?” John grinned.


    “Ye-“ Momo started her answer.


    Then the entire room trembled softly, but noticeably.