The First Great Game (A Litrpg/Harem Series)

[Objective granted: kill the player known as Chief Sebastian, and become the patron of Nassau. Reward: a moderate boost of settlement favor]

Blake watched the ghostly text appear before his eyes as Garet and the others left. The patron part both excited and concerned him, as he wasn’t sure it was feasible. Even if Mason didn’t want it—which Blake was sure he didn’t—in this world  it might take a man like him to bind the players together. Could Blake handle being the man behind the throne? He wasn’t so sure. The only thing he knew about ‘settlement favor’ is that he wanted it.

“That was amazing!” Seul-ki’s beautiful green eyes sparkled as she clung to Blake’s arm.

“Yes it was,” said Haley, with a lot less enthusiasm. “You can manipulate minds?”

“Sometimes,” Blake shrugged, like it was no big deal. Haley obviously felt otherwise.

“You can do that to anyone? Civilians too?”

Again Blake shrugged non-committally, and the French girl gave him a look like a stern mother. “Well.” Blake cleared his throat. “I’d best not be here when the soldiers come back. I’ll go to my house. But I’ll be ready when you need me. Thank you, Haley, you were very useful back there.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” she said. “I’m here for Mason. Just like you.”

Blake let that go, though he wanted to laugh in her face. What could she know about two little orphan boys together against the world? What could anyone? Instead he smiled pleasantly and offered Seul-ki his arm, walking back into the street like nothing in the world was amiss.

“Your powers are growing quickly,” she whispered.

“As are yours.”

She frowned  and scrunched up her fake nose. “Not enough. I’m nearly drained. I’m going to drop my disguise as soon as we’re home because it takes a little to maintain.”

“Please be my guest. If anyone comes you can run to your room.”

They walked the short distance to their own house, Nassau even more silent than usual with the many players outside the walls or holed up with the chief. All the civilians had been ordered to stay inside, and it resembled a ghost town. Blake imagined it entirely differently—not gripped by fear, but filled with life and families, rebuilding all the things that made life beautiful, like a good woman on your arm. They arrived at the house, and Blake gestured Seul-ki through.

She stepped inside and instantly removed her disguise—long hair falling from the faux bun, every facial feature softening and turning more symmetrical. She watched his face during the change, her expression impossible to read.

“You really are truly beautiful, Seul-ki,” he said honestly. “I’m so pleased your eyes are the same. They’re always mesmerizing.”

Seul-ki glanced away shyly. “Korean men are not so bold,” she played with her hands. “And most Korean women don’t like such directness.”

“And you?” he smiled, already knowing the answer. “Do you like it?”

“I’m not sure,” she said, but he knew otherwise. Though he was surprised when she confirmed it. “Perhaps a little.”

He was sorely tempted to use his power again, but it didn’t work terribly well on her, and frankly he just didn’t have the mana.

“Do you use your power on me?” she asked suddenly, and Blake blanked as she met his eyes.

“I…”

She snorted. “It’s alright. I don’t mind.”

Few people could make Blake Nimitz speechless. It seemed Seul-ki was one. After a pause that was far too long to be natural, he swallowed and managed: “You don’t?”

“No.” She looked away. “My disguise is uncomfortable. Would you mind if I went to my room and removed it?”

“Of course. Please.” He gestured. Seul-ki bowed slightly and opened her door but didn’t close it behind. She pulled off the baggy sweater and windbreakerish pants, leaving her in tight black slacks and the chest wrapping she hated. She looked into her mirror and slowly began to loosen it.

“I find it…difficult,” she said, “to warm up to people. In a way, I think I hoped you would help break down some of my walls with your magic. I find I…care for you. I think of you as a friend already. Usually that would take me years.”

Blake was standing in her doorway, watching her undress, and just couldn’t help himself. “Just as a friend?”

The beautiful girl looked at him quickly then back at her mirror. “Until you saw what I really looked like, I do not think you desired me as more than a friend.”

He nodded, not interested in lying, but took a few steps closer. “True. But I thought you were astounding. Your unusual class, your abilities. I wanted you by my side, as a friend, and an ally, to the very end of this game.”

She stopped unwrapping and looked down as if shy again, but Blake just kept talking.

“Moments after we met, I’d planned to share everything with you, to ensure you felt it was fair, to bind your fate to me.” He surprised himself by being so open, but all of that was true. He’d known instantly what an utter gem he’d found in Seul-ki, no matter how she looked. “That you turned out to be beautiful, and that I desire you…it just makes you all the more precious,” he said at last, his heart beating faster in his chest.

Seul-ki smiled and met his eyes. “I think I would like that. To be part of your plans. Your little tribe.”

With an American woman the invitation was extremely clear, but with a girl like this Blake didn’t know the rules. He crossed the distance between them, putting his hand to the girl’s face. She didn’t stop him or pull away, and he leaned in to kiss her. Her lips were as soft and inviting as they looked. She didn’t open her mouth, and her hands were still clinging to the wrappings around her chest.

He couldn’t help himself now, and blasted practically every scrap of remaining mana to send a wave of soothing comfort. She closed her eyes, and opened her lips, moaning as Blake slid his tongue inside. Very slowly, he took her hands in his,  letting the wrappings slide and fall down around her legs, revealing her surprisingly large, soft breasts.

“My God,” he whispered, kissing her ear and  down to her neck. She had closed her eyes now, breathing hard and making little whimpers as his lips touched her flawless skin. She was so short he had to kneel, continuing down her collarbone to between her breasts, rubbing her perky nipples with his thumbs. “You’re so sexy, I’m hard as a rock.”

“Oh,” she said, opening her eyes and looking suddenly shy. He cursed himself for saying the wrong thing.

“I didn’t mean…we shouldn’t…your stresses are enough already…”

He stood back up and put his arms around her, meeting her eyes. “You are not one of my stresses. You’re the exact opposite.”

She smiled and stood on her toes to kiss him again, then bit her lip and drummed her fingers on his waist. “I’m sorry, but we can’t have sex.” Blake had to admit, that was a wee bit of a disappointment. He clearly hadn’t maintained a perfect poker face, as Seul-ki winced and shifted almost like she’d stomped a foot. “Please understand, I respect and admire you very much, but I can only have sex once I’m married.”

“I understand,” he said reflexively, doing his best to inform his dick this wasn’t going to happen. “You don’t have to explain.”

She brushed hair away from her face, pushing him slightly away from the bed. “Can you sit, please?”

“Sure.” He let her move him, sitting in the chair in the corner of the room.

She dropped to her knees in front of him, and his dick twitched with the mixed messaging.

“Seul-ki, uh, I don’t think this is the best place to have a conversation, which we don’t really need to have anyway, because...”

Her hands ran up his legs and silenced him. Then she was untying his belt, and zipping down his fly.

“Your health is very important to me,” she said, discovering his raging erection with a slight pause. “For a man’s health, it is important to orgasm regularly. And if I was your woman, then that would be my responsibility. It’s just my virginity I must save for my husband. And anyway, a wife should learn to please her husband, so for me this can just be learning.” She giggled like she’d gotten away with some kind of scheme, tits bouncing as she covered her mouth with one hand, pulling out his cock with the other.

“Learning,” Blake managed. “Yes. Health. Very important.”

She seemed to enjoy his disorientation, grinning as she stroked him with both hands. Then she stared at his hard length and bit her lip, leaning forward as if in inspection. He could feel her warm breath on his head, and couldn’t help but run a hand through  her long, thick hair.

“Do you want me to put it in my mouth?” she asked, her eyes almost begging him to say yes.

“Yes. Lick it, and suck it.”

Seul-ki ran her little, pink tongue up his shaft and licked his tip like a lollipop. He groaned at the feel, and she looked beyond cute as she kept licking with a determined intensity. Her smallness made him look even bigger than he was, and he had no idea how she’d fit him very far. But he decided it was time to help a little. He held her hair back with a firm grip and shifted his hips forward.

“Open your mouth, and look at me,” he said, hearing the lust in his own voice. She obeyed instantly, and he guided her mouth down to take in his tip, then pushed her down to swallow almost half his length. Then he guided her up and down with his hand on her hair, eyes flickering with pleasure at the silky warmth enveloping him. He watched her vibrant green eyes, looking at him with such innocence and submission he could probably finish with a few strokes. But he wanted to last.

He let Seul-ki do some self learning while he used both hands to play with her tits. As he did her mouth moved faster, little groans and muffled breaths as she swallowed him further and further. He desperately wanted her tights off, to see her ass and pussy and start fingering her while she worked. But he knew he had to be patient. Her nipples were also obviously sensitive, which turned him on considerably, especially as she moaned at his touch.

He didn’t want to distract and torture her too much yet, so he went back to holding her hair, guiding her speed as he started driving up into her mouth and throat. She was gagging slightly but fighting through it. He wanted to slow down and let her spend the day sucking him until her jaw wore out, but he couldn’t stop himself. He just kept pulling her down to gulp  his aching hard on, loving the wet, slurping efforts to take him further into her little mouth.

“I’m going to cum soon,” he told her, feeling the pressure build. “Look in my eyes while I do. And try to swallow every drop.”

It was a tall order for her first time, but he didn’t care. The idea of the submissive little Korean girl drinking down his cum was impossible to deny.

His cock pulsed and trembled, and his balls tensed and released, sending what must have been a hard first spray straight into Seul-ki’s throat. She opened her eyes wide but kept on sucking. Blake groaned and trembled as he released stream after stream into the girl’s tight-lipped hold. She kept eye contact just like he’d asked, throat working as she swallowed again and again, only a trickle of saliva and cum leaking down her chin. Blake felt the last spasms die down, and finally let her go.

Instead of pulling back like he’d expected, she kept licking and sucking more gently, more wetness leaking from her lips as she sent a few sensitive shivers through his body. He lay back and exhaled, and for a few, blissful moments, he wasn’t in Nassau or in the robot apocalypse or trying to kill men to reunite with Mason. He was just a man with his balls emptying into a beautiful girl, who’d worked hard to please him.

Finally she released him, panting and giggling as she looked at the wetness trailing down her chin and onto her breasts. “It seemed like you enjoyed it?” she asked with the kind of feminine grin that meant she knew very well.

“You’re a natural,” he confirmed, fighting the sleep that threatened his senses.

Then she stood and cleaned up in the bathroom, coming back with her hair tied and face scrubbed like nothing had ever happened.

“Come here,” he reached out a hand, and Seul-ki bit her lip and hesitated but still came forward. He pulled her small body into his lap like a kid on Santa’s knee, then wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. Soon their tongues were darting back and forth as they explored each other’s mouths and lips.

He ran his hands up and down her legs and cupped her ass, but respectfully avoided the damp fabric between her legs. He desperately wanted to, of course, but it was a perfect moment, and he didn’t want to ruin it. Then he lifted her to the bed and lay her down.

“We don’t have much time,” he whispered. “Try to sleep, and regain a little mana. Then we’ll go and…bring this all to an end.”

She cuddled into his arms, and with a wave of will he forced his cock not to swell at the closeness of her body. He closed his eyes, and slept.

 

 

Blake woke to a dull light and with Seul-ki at his side. She was still topless, black hair spread everywhere. He did his best not to look at the swell of her hips and the tight fit of her slacks. She wanted a husband. But what exactly the hell that meant in their current circumstances he had no idea. Not like there was a church or a temple around to tie the knot. But ultimately he knew what she meant: a man who committed to her for life. Was he the type to ever do that? The idea practically repulsed him on instinct. And yet…he was ready to commit to her for the life of the game just for her class abilities. Sure, that was more like…a retainer. An underling. And a wife was a whole different thing. But then what the hell did Blake know about wives.

 Seul-ki sighed and moaned slightly, shifting against him as she yawned.

“What time is it?”

He’d glanced at the clock and knew only about two hours had past, and said so.

“How’s your mana?”

“Nearing eighty percent,” she said.

Blake nodded. They both recovered extremely quickly, which he suspected was a huge advantage at every stage of the game. It was certainly life or death now.

“We can wait a little longer. But once it’s ninety or so we should probably go take a look around, get some more work done.”

“OK.” She pushed back to cuddle against him, and he fought the erection as best he could.

“Tell me about your family,” Blake prompted, trying to think of anything except what Seul-ki looked like naked. “Is there anyone you would like to find? Anyone you care about before the world…you know, changed?”

Seul-ki tensed a little in his arms, then shook her head. “The short answer is no. My family  wasn’t…I wouldn’t like to find them. One day perhaps we can speak of it, but not today.”

He held her, and kissed her neck. “The past is the past. I won’t ask again.”

She turned and smiled at him, closing her eyes at his kisses. “The past is the past. Yes. I like that very much.”

He felt almost compelled to logically dismantle her ‘husband’ argument, but fought the very stupid urge. His fresh hard was also rubbing against her back, and when she looked at him she seemed to realize.

“Your sexual health might be a bigger job than I was expecting,” she said, and giggled.

Blake’s shaft was pressing against the thin fabric of her tights, so close to her sex he could feel the heat. She bit her lip slightly as she rubbed herself against him, and he was pretty sure he’d have lost his mind already if she hadn’t blown him two hours before. Even so his thoughts filled with all the ways he might push and see how far she’d let him go. Then the front door damn near knocked off its hinges.

“Pretty boy!” The chief’s voice called from outside, and Blake froze. The chief had never come for him personally before. Was that good or bad? Almost certainly bad. Could his allies have betrayed him? Unlikely, but yes. If so, he had to run. Except he couldn’t. Was Mason just outside?

“Get your disguise ready.” Blake and Seul-ki leapt out of bed, and Blake quickly dressed and straighted himself as he called: “I was asleep, Chief. I’ll be right there.”

Decision to  take his chances made, he took a deep breath and plastered on his winningest smile, then unlocked the front door and opened it.

“Chief. I was beginning to think you’d forgotten about me. How can I assist?”

The big man was alone and without his shield, which was a very good sign. But his eyes were red and bruised with exhaustion and probably perpetual rage.

“Time’s up,” he said with a tone far more subdued then when he was in his hall and with the others. “I want the civilians to bind slave contracts. Right now. Or you die.”