Salamander’s preferred mundane clothes consisted of a pair of washed-out blue jeans and a biker jacket over a leather corset. This was notable because of the body she covered in those pieces. Salamander was the second tallest member of the harem and one of two women that were taller than John, although the margin between the two of them was a mere two centimetres. Her long legs and wide hips stretched out her jeans, but the real stunning thing was her top.

Framed by the leather of her open jacket and her tightly sitting corset, her F-cups bounced with every step she took. Salamander enjoyed showing them off, walking tall with her shoulders back. In their braless confinement, her massive mammaries jiggled like pudding during an earthquake. Every time a foot hit the ground, John wondered if one of her breasts would jump from its confinement. The corset was carefully put on though, keeping the tantalizing show to the tremendously titillating tremors of her cleavage.

“Boing, boing, boing, boing,” commented Sylph, who hovered next to Salamander. Just like John, her attention was focused on the double spheres of squishy hopes and dreams.

“Can you fucking stop?!” The question was accompanied by the apocalypse elemental swiping her tail at her companion like a horse would at a fly on its butt. Sylph dodged effortlessly, causing Salamander to transition into a roundhouse kick.

Eyes closed, John could only think, ‘Boing, boing, boing, boing,’ while he sensed the movement of her tits throughout the ensuing chase. Every attack and every charge had her breasts jiggle in different ways and John used all of his supernatural senses to follow them in detail. The intense shaking following a lunge. The directional swing of her tits when she violently turned in any direction. The stretching of leather and smooth skin when she made her arm as long as possible to catch Sylph.

As interested as his dick was in these details, John was not following these things primarily for his entertainment. The Unfound Class Challenge was to follow the movements of someone continuously with his supernatural senses (Possession-based ones excluded) for four hours. Even a second of broken concentration would reset the progress. Two Challenges of similar difficulty and time investment had been dealt with yesterday.

Courtesy of his Mental Stats, John trusted himself to have the necessary concentration involved. However, as someone who preferred optimization, he had considered how this Challenge could be tackled in the best way possible. The first thing he realized was that it would be easier to follow any of the elementals than it would have been the humans. In addition to Aura Sensing, he could use Elemental Perception to keep up with their movement, provided they stayed in range. Nathalia would have also classified to this end, like Salamander she radiated fire, but demanding of Nathalia to stay off his cock for four hours was difficult.

She would do it, but she would not be happy about it. Better for everyone involved to leave her to be tended to by the maids or fight Eliana. Nathalia was eager to train herself anyway. As a god, she was in a similar position to the elementals – in that she could only increase her tactical prowess and precision, not her actual power. Having realized that she was going to spend the rest of her life in an environment she wasn’t merely a visitor in, the dragoness had shown quite a bit of interest in developing those two aspects. A delight for John to learn that she was trying to get better at defending a position, not just destroy it with lava flows.

Anyway, Nathalia was no good. Neither were Stirwin, Gnome, or Undine. The first and last of that list had a habit of staying perfectly still, which made following them more difficult than it needed to be. Stationary targets bored the human mind. The Gamer was certain enough he could do it, but they weren’t the optimal choice. Gnome, although he was certain she would agree to walking in circles around him for a while, had her advantage of Elemental Perception diminished courtesy of all the other dirt and grass that was around them.

Similar was true for Sylph, although the arcvolt elemental differed so wildly in her electrifying nature from the surrounding air that it was difficult to mistake the two. The main reason that he didn’t want to follow Sylph for that time was due to her impatience. Either she would start poking him or she would dash out of his sensory range.

That left Siena and Salamander. Fundamentally, the midnight elemental was also a good option, but John also did not trust her not to toy with him by just barely not touching him several times a minute. As a paranoid man, that would not be good for his nerves.

Salamander, for all her own aggressive and often teasing nature, was usually well-behaved when it came down to it. Yes, she liked her danger, but she did not run into it without first checking with others. She was easily annoyed and quick to display anger, but underneath that was a vast amount of dedication to whatever she was currently doing.

In addition to all of that, Salamander had a body that easily grabbed attention. She was hot, literally and figuratively, and thanks to her curvy figure there was always more to her motions than just her legs. Why she had decided to put on her clothes for this endeavour was beyond him, but he didn’t complain. The confined jiggling certainly gave him something to concentrate on.

Ignoring the words she screamed at Sylph, who had dodged out of the range that Salamander was not allowed to leave, John followed the up and down of every exasperated breath. Stemming her hands into her hips, she made both her butt and her boobs jiggle. The shaking of her head was so intense, it pulled her chest with it.

While observing that left to right movement, John finally got the confirmation that he had sat out his four hours. Opening his eyes, he was greeted to the sight of Salamander’s ass in jeans. Noticing the shift in his consciousness from passive to active, the apocalypse elemental turned her head. “Yo, you done?”

“Yes,” the Gamer said, his eyes wandering up her side while she fully turned around and arrived at her cleavage when she started to walk towards him. Now that he could see her red tits bounce, the black, straight lines with jagged corners on top providing some additional structure, his dick went from mostly to fully erect in the matter of seconds. “What are the chances that you give me a tit job?” he asked.

“Guaranteed,” Salamander said and yanked down her top.

Once she kneeled in front of the foldable camping chair he had chosen as his seat during this exercise, the Gamer’s pants were similarly fast and roughly removed. “Oh fuck,” John gasped when the two enormous, hot spheres wrapped around his cock. Extending her smooth, inhuman tongue, Salamander let a steady stream of oily spit fall on the tip of his dick, just barely poking out between her tits. Soft shaking movements of her cupped tits gradually smeared the lubricant all over his shaft and her cleavage.

“Fuck is right,” Salamander moaned, after she pulled her tongue back. Her tits were absurdly sensitive. Rubbing the valley of softness against his rod had her panting within seconds. Hard, dark red nipples moved up and down along with her entire body. Salamander used hands and hips to direct her tits skilfully, massaging her summoner’s dick with varying levels of pressure. “Having a woman like me around must be great, huh, ‘Master’?”

“Not appreciating the mockery you make of my favourite word, but yes,” John sighed and leaned back. “I just can’t stop staring at your tits.” He proved that statement a lie when he looked up at her face. Every part of it was gorgeous. The dark red lips, the cute nose, the unequal eyes, even the dense, black lines that covered the left half of it. The aggressive grin revealed her sharp canines, while the buzzcut gave her a tomboyish vibe. Her words did the rest.

“Good for you that I also like having you around,” she told him. “Or all… fucking over…Mother Fire… I…” Her service became slower, sloppier, but never fully stopped. Her voice went on a higher pitch than the usual relatively deep one. “I…. looooooove this fucking cooooock!” she exclaimed, an orgasm making her body, especially her tail, spasm.

John patiently let her ride the sensation out. “Well, I love every bit of you,” he told her, when she was mostly recovered and back to massaging his erection with her squishy funbags. “Your tits, your defined midriff, your thick ass and toned thighs.”

“I’m one hell of a woman.” Salamander grinned confidently. “Do you want to cum all over my tits or do you want to fuck me?”

“What do you want?” John wondered. Sometimes he was afraid that he might be focusing a bit too much on her breasts and too little on the rest of her. Among his harem, Salamander stood out for being this tall and having the, by far, biggest boobs around. That didn’t mean her sex-appeal was reduced to them though.

“Dude, I don’t care, I’m soaking my pants either way,” she responded swiftly, eliminating his worries. If ever Salamander complained about him focusing so much on her tits, it would most likely be as a joke.

“All over your tits then,” John hummed and got an amused cackle in response.

“I want some too! Hey! Gimme!” Sylph suddenly appeared back on the scene and hugged Salamander and her tits from behind. Although much smaller, the arcvolt elemental still managed to overwhelm the fire spirit by taking control of the boob fondling.

Salamander’s tits were sensitive all around and Sylph knew all of the weak spots thanks to the intense make-up fucks they had practically every day. Rapidly, the air spirit took full control over the pace of the titfuck, pleasuring the large-chest apocalypse elemental directly and massaging John’s dick indirectly. Clenching her teeth, Salamander defiantly refused to make any sounds of pleasure – until her orgasm pried her jaw open in a loud scream.

Giggling sadistically, Sylph only increased the speed. Alternating her treatment of each tit, she left John with no pause. A torrent of pleasurable electricity travelled between Sylph’s hands, only worsening things further. As much as she may have denied it out loud, John noticed the tail that invitingly was wrapped around Sylph, keeping her close.

“You have such sensitive, big boobs. So much fun to play with. So much to squeeze, yes, big fun, big squeeze,” Sylph blabbered perversely, stopping only to nibble on Salamander’s pointy ear for a little bit. “Love you, Sally. Love you a lot!”

“Fuck… off… oooohhhh… FUUUUUUUCK!” Salamander screamed when she came for a third time. John followed suit, too turned on by the sight and the constant pleasure.

His seed splattered all over their faces and Salamander’s tits. White and thick, the liquid barely rose from Sylph’s white skin, but contrasted immensely with the red and black of the apocalypse elemental. She caught the most of it too, covering her with so much of his absurdly large load.

“You’re such a mean gal sometimes,” Sylph complained, between licks that cleaned parts of Salamander. “I was just… helping you… you get sloppy when you climax… you know? I was… giving two very helping hands… Two very, very helping hands!”

“Urrrgghhhh, okay, fine, whaaaa-aaahhhh,” Salamander went through an intense aftershock when Sylph licked over one of her nipples. “Okay, that’s it!” she exclaimed and grabbed the arcvolt elemental. Throwing her on her back, Salamander pinned Sylph down before she could start another game of tag. The two made out for a little while, then Salamander kissed her way down Sylph’s small frame, ending between her legs.

John was presented with Salamander’s fat bottom, while the same pushed her long tongue into the air spirit’s cunt. Getting involved was a definitive option, but he had a Perk to select first.

There were two very interesting choices there and Companion Senses was not among them. The conditional was too restricting. Realistically speaking, only the elemental in Item Form would ever be in that range, with the possible exception of Gnome staying close as well. In other words, it would most of the time be Undine and sometimes Gnome. Even that was doubtful. Carrying Undine in Item Form had been the best option back when his own defences were mediocre and she couldn’t heal at range. Neither of these things were true any more, so he only ever carried her in Item Form when she stood to benefit from his mobility.

Even if he would be able to trigger it regularly, what use would it realistically have? The ability to sense elements in further detail would aid him only in niche situations, such as teleporting through thicker walls. Not useful enough to spend a Perk on.

Ultra Instinct Hidden Observe was most notable because it allowed John to use it on many people he wanted to retain a good relationship with. If he was in strenuous negotiations with Emrik, as a random example, he could use this where he would have previously not done so due to the risk of offending the other party. The passive Observe only showed emotions and that was enough for that use. While it might have been niche as well, it was a more common and important niche than covered by Companion Sense. More importantly, it eased a part of his paranoia.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Artificial Extension was just good. It was useless for Beatrice, she had her own Perk allowing her to sense things around her, but Aclysia, Momo and Metra stood to gain from it. The question was how much. Half the range was 10 metres for Aura Sensing and 5 for Elemental Perception. Not bad, but not outstanding either, which further cemented the Perk as ‘just good’.

John pondered over this for a little bit, then he decided that Ultra Instinct Hidden Observe was the better choice. In and of itself, Artificial Extension was probably more useful, but when the Observe upgrade helped, it would help a lot. Further, John was not sure when he would next get a choice to upgrade that passive, while the road to upgrade his Artificial Spirits was pretty clear.

With the decision made, John closed the window and looked back to the plump bottom that was blatantly raised in his direction. Sylph’s moans and the wet spot between Salamander’s thighs spurred him into action. The jeans were practically begging to be torn, already stretched close to the breaking point. A little force and the seams unravelled on their own, showing black lace panties underneath. John made similarly short work of them, grabbed his cock and plunged into her pussy.