Air was continuously sucked into the pitch-black darkness beyond the broken gate. Like black fog, the lightless depths seemed to waver. To beckon them inside. Stranger things dwelled in that impenetrable nothing.

The group, who had seen their fair share of impressive and horrifying visuals in their life, went to the chest. John directed everyone’s attention towards the window that had appeared, before they raised the lid. “I guess Gaia decided to do another small change under the hood.”

“Any thoughts on the reward I should pick?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Siena asked. “Since when did we greatly care about items? Stimulate your level growth, it will serve us better.”

“Fair point.” John nodded, but gave the rest of the harem a moment to bring up another argument. There was none and so the choice was made.

‘So that brings the total yield of levels during this grinding session up to seventeen,’ he thought, while distributing the new points between Wisdom and Intellect. ‘That’s pretty average for a Raid session… almost a third of that is from Experience of Love as well… ah, whatever, progress is progress.’

“Can I check the loot?” Sylph asked, excitedly jumping up and down on top of the lid. “I wanna look at the shiny, shiny stuff in there! There will be shiny stuff, right? There is always shiny stuff! It might be kinda useless shiny stuff, but it’s still, you know, very, very cool and shiny!”

“Sure,” John gave her the go ahead. The small woman squatted down on top of the lid of the decoratively dented metal chest and grabbed the front edge. Her long, bright green hair fell all the way to the floor when she leaned backwards and pulled.

Sylph tilted, the lid opened and John managed to stop thinking about how similar that pose was to her riding him long enough to catch her before she could hit her head. “Hmmm, the attentive, strong man catches me,” the arcvolt elemental purred in a surprisingly deep and sultry voice. “Perhaps he wants to catch the attention of his finest concubine? Maybe? Just a little? A reward would be in order, yes, yes?”

“A reward for me or you?”

“However you want to look at it, Master,” Sylph giggled. Her bright, anticipating smile and the desire in her eyes was too much for the victory-rush Gamer to handle. A couple of seconds later, he had lost his pants and was lowering Sylph on his cock. The 1,50-metre bundle of sexy curves, boundless energy, and a tight pussy, made from writhing winds and massaging electricity, moaned without any shame when his 20-centimetre cock impaled her. Her arms slung around his neck for support, her tits pressed against his chest. John’s pants aside, they were both still clothed. Sylph’s unitard had just gotten moved to the side.

The other girls around were universally distracted by the display. To start with, Sylph was sexy. Partly because she was so small, there was just something enticing about petite females, and partly because she had an hourglass figure despite her smallness. The harem got to see Sylph’s cute, round butt jump on the only genuine cock around. The same cock they all wanted to get involved with. Hard-fought victories were always a turn on.

“E-hem,” Lydia cleared her throat. While most girls were just regretting that they hadn’t taken the first opportunity to ‘seduce’ John, she was still (mostly) focused on the task at hand. “We should commence with the appraisal. Afterwards, we can enjoy our victory properly.”

“You mean we can have an orgy?” John grinned, taking one hand off Sylph’s soft thighs and moving it to her backside. He slid one finger into her asshole. The implication of what he wanted to do with Lydia was clear.

The queen’s skin, from cleavage to the root of her copper hair, became visibly flushed with desire. “Indeed,” she stated outright.

John walked over to the chest. The air spirit bouncing on his cock moaned incoherently with every step. “Aclysia, could you lend me your hands? Mine are occupied,” he said when he stopped next to the chest. To show off, and because her pussy felt better depending on how much force he put into his movements, he hammered Sylph so hard that the clapping sounds echoed in the dome.

“Certainly, Master,” Aclysia obeyed and kneeled down next to him and the opened chest. She reached in and retrieved the first item. She also gave John’s balls a series of kisses while she presented it to him. That wasn’t part of what he had asked for, but he was far from complaining. They continued with that arrangement, the items ending up in Aclysia’s inventory after everyone had a look at it.

The chest, much bigger on the inside than the outside, contained many more things than should have been possible. The Common and Uncommon items barely were worth mentioning, given the amount of overlap. The Ohmior Armour Instructions dropping was nice but, given their rarity category, far from surprising.

Rather than a single Guardian’s Resolve, they got two more of the Rare Ohmior AS Crystals. John decided to keep one for himself, just on the off-chance he ever wanted to make another Artificial Spirit. The other, he planned to give to Scarlett. In a stroke of luck, they dropped all three Epic items once. Stable Arcane Essence was another thing that Scarlett or some other crafter would be able to do something worthwhile with. The Mithril Ingot was still reserved for Rave’s replacement suit. The Ohmior Sentry Schematics turned out to be an unlockable upgrade for the Guild Hall’s Sentry Station. It would make the Sentry Golems resemble the Ohmior Knights, but it also was only applicable to a Tier 5 Sentry Station. John would put it in the Guild Bank.

The Legendary Spellbook did not drop. This was somewhat disappointing, but expected given the amount of Epic loot they got.

Lydia claimed some of the weapons and a copy of the instructions as the reward for her participation in all of this and then they prepared to go back to base.

“Are we coming back for that?” Salamander asked, pointing back at the open gate.

“Not in this session,” John told her, having to talk over the moans and slaps stemming from the continuing walk-fucking of the horny little air spirit. “We only have about twelve hours left. I want to celebrate victory, sleep and maybe get the Unfound levels in.” While he was just shy of level 355, he didn’t need to fight for the remaining experience.

The orgy would get him there.

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John was pretty proud of himself and very happy with Gaia. The Unfound Challenges had been a bunch of things that, while themselves not inherently lewd, could be done in a lewd setting. Blindly finding his way around the house? Sure thing. Pinpointing specific points on a complex form, like the human anatomy? Absolutely possible, especially with his dick as the pointer. Studying the breathing and heartbeat by closely analysing them with nothing but his touch and hearing? With an ancient weapon riding him, everything was possible.

After two hours of fucking, he had gotten the seventh Perk of Unfound unlocked.

All three of those were pretty decent. Instinct Observe was useful because it not only let John keep tabs on gatherings of people, but because he could check out people he wasn’t directly looking at. There was the caveat to this that it was very rare that he couldn’t look at an opponent since Observe could also be cast by all of his Possessions, including the Mandala Sphere.

Seeking Aura would have been trash had he not gone into Arcweaver already. Active Aura had been a useless Skill to John, so everything that required it would have automatically been a low-tier pick. However, Active Aura had been replaced by a permanent Passive. By virtue of that, Seeking Aura would also be a permanent effect.

Sharper Senses would have been the weaker but more reliable version of Seeking Aura, had it not been for that Arcweaver Perk. As it stood, it was strictly a worse choice.

Between the remaining two, John had gone for Instinct Observe. He had already gotten what he wanted out of the detail-level of his supernatural senses and they improved with each level of Unfound anyway. Doing something unique with his Gamer abilities just struck him as more interesting. Being able to, literally, read the room upon entering it was worth a lot outside of combat as well.

Another three hours of fucking, a level, and more sexually mastered Challenges later, he goth the eighth Perk of the Class.

All three were, again, solid choices. John was already certain he would take Ultra Instinct Observe. Constant mood updates were not only immensely potent during combat but also during negotiations. Anyone who couldn’t counter Observe, he would have a much easier time manipulating. Even if they noticed the Skill working, it wouldn’t help them that much. It might even add to the intimidation factor.

Regardless, the other two were solid. Performing under Pressure was the worst for John, due to his mage build, but its potential could not be denied. If his Aura Sensing had been specialized on range, he would turn into an army-busting machine. Companion Senses was a nice utility and wore its value on its sleeve.

The harem agreed with John’s choice for the first Perk. So that was the choice he made, before going to bed.

“Beloved, it is time to rise,” Lydia’s voice nudged him out of slumber the next morning.

John groaned, not feeling entirely ready yet. “Hey… how am I supposed to get up without someone on my dick?” he complained, noticing a lack of upper or lower lips wrapped around his shaft.

“If you may recall, we overstretched our timetable yesterday,” Lydia informed him. “We have no time to indulge this morning.”

“But Lylyyyyy,” Rave, who stirred among the other women in the living room, cried out in protest, “I wanna sleeeeeeeep.”

“You can sleep in your Palace,” Lydia told them.

“Get up you lazy bitches,” Scarlett backed up her fellow workaholic, already wearing her suit and fixing her tie. “Vacation is over. Back to the grind.”

“It’s SUNDAY FUCKING MIDNIGHT!” Eliza threw a pillow at Scarlett. The technomancer was forced two steps back, but remained standing. Unamused, she stared at Eliza, whose scream had caused everyone to be awake now.

John sighed and resigned himself to his fate. Blessed as he was with his harem of nymphomaniacs, there wasn’t always time to enjoy it all. There was the work to do to keep them all safe and wealthy and then there was the general thing that they were, even if some of them fashioned themselves that way, not his sex slaves. They were his beloved haremettes and sex with them wasn’t something he could get merely because he demanded it. It was an act of mutual desires that he would always be thankful for.

Reminding himself just how good he had it, John rolled off the mattress he lay on. They hadn’t even made it to bed. After five to six hours of near uninterrupted victory celebration, sleep had claimed them wherever they had been at the time. The room reeked of the unappetizing mixture of cold sexual fluids. John was thankful that his nose had grown largely used to it over the night.

They all had to hop into the showers one after the other to rinse that smell off them before they went out to meet with Magoi to leave the barrier. “Where is Lee?” John wondered, eager to see the results of her own training over the past ten days.

“She left a couple of hours ago,” Magoi informed him, the smile behind his raptor mask could almost be physically felt, let alone heard. “To quote my little girl: ‘the dream dude can wait to see his trophy gamer wife until he has that date organized.’”

“Keeping me on edge until the very last second, huh?” John sighed. “Well, I deserve it. I won’t let her wait too long.”