WAKMD Chapter 44 – Shortstacks are Good
“Fascinating, absolutely fascinati
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“Fascinating, absolutely fascinati
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John had gotten the first level in Arcanist all the way back when the Class system had first been patched in. Back then, Rave had just joined him in Cologne, Eliza was still dead,...
2020-12-31 15:44:40 +0000 UTC View PostThe door to the boss arena swung open and the trio walked inside with a more relaxed attitude than normal. A spherical room opened up before them, a room filled with a sickeningly sweet smell, so thick, Apexus could taste it on his membrane. That was only the third most disgusting thing inside it. Second was the liquid that filled most of the room. The same goo that enveloped the Myrm pooled about a metre deep all around. At that quantity, it proved to have an ever so sligh...
2020-12-30 21:12:28 +0000 UTC View PostJohn had 28 more Class Levels to go and he had several goalposts he wanted to clear.
First, and foremost, he wanted to finally unlock the Arcweaving Class.

With the cu...
2020-12-29 17:58:31 +0000 UTC View PostAbout an hour later, John had run out of other things he needed to do and could finally concentrate fully on the acquisition of upgrades. While they all got dressed to show the dedication to actually getting work done, John quickly finished the last Negotiator Class Challenge and got the level.

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Apexus sat against the wall, eyes closed, and indulged in his other senses. Distant, very distant, he felt the tremors of the Myrm, digging and crawling through the walls. The rock that surrounded the healing fountain they were resting at, was too dense for the monsters to get through. They only ever traversed the main tunnels to fight invading adventurers.
Closer was the running of water. Spawning from within the earth, the healing fountain was steadily renewed and depleted,...
2020-12-23 20:06:26 +0000 UTC View Post“Huh, that’s a pretty potent series of offers for the first Perk of a Class,” John mumbled as he read through all three options.
“Ya ain’t picking the third,” Rave told him.
“Is that a recommendation or a command?”
“It’s girlfriend’s veto,” the pink-haire...
2020-12-22 14:44:02 +0000 UTC View PostBefore Lydia had finished her assertion, John had already tapped the button that removed his clothes. That the queen remained clothed for the moment, he didn’t mind. He grabbed her juicy ass with both hands and leaned upwards to claim her lips. Pulling away just the slightest bit, Lydia denied him his prize. “What makes you assume that you may kiss me after all of that, my love?” she asked in a teasing tone.
“The privilege of being your man,” he said and attacked her open neck...
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But she would never let you see it for free
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Gnome Chibi has arrived and she is flush with cuteness!
2020-12-20 13:00:25 +0000 UTC View Post“Strange times, eh?” Magoi asked, glancing at the empty frame in the I.D. Gate.
“When are they not?” John returned and reached for an intact door.
“True enough,” the fellow answered from behind his raptor-skull mask, following John through the door. His wife was right there with him, as was John’s harem. Even Lydia had freed up the time. Initially, she had wanted to come over just to make up for the days they had been away from each other. Now she could spend three w...
2020-12-19 12:27:43 +0000 UTC View PostJohn opened his eyes. He was lying in a shallow and still ocean. Above him, the stars stretched endlessly, forming dense clusters and lanes. It wasn’t the sky of his world. Lightly raising his head, he saw how the brilliance above reflected in the clear water below. He was the only irregularity in a world of light.
‘Huh, third time I’m having this dream,’ John thought, dragging his hand through the surface of the water. He watched the ripples disturb the reflection ...
2020-12-18 14:01:57 +0000 UTC View PostA drumming sound was competing with the classical inspired video game soundtrack that ran in the background of the large room.
Thump-Thamb-Thump, floor, wall, ceiling, two similar noises encapsulated a slightly different one in their order. The wall had a different thickness than the other two surfaces and was fashioned from a different kind of stone, causing the vibrations to sound ever so slightly different. The golf ball landed in John’s hand and he tossed it again, like...
2020-12-17 07:42:21 +0000 UTC View PostApexus would have hurried over to his beloved angel, but moving around with a dying creature in his biomass wasn’t exactly easy. If it broke out, that may have complicated the situation more, so he had to push down his worry and just ask, “Are you alright, Aclysia?”
“I… will manage,” the white-haired woman responded, removing her foot from the dead beast’s teeth. While she wasn’t stuck between them, the bite had gone clean through, she did have to pull away sideways to n...
2020-12-16 18:23:03 +0000 UTC View PostThree days later, John strolled through what had once been the centre of operations of the West Gestalt. It was an empty husk, a Protected Space that would soon collapse on its own due to the lack of maintenance to keep it up. Silence was as dominating there as it had been in every other barrier they had visited.
By the time Fusion’s forces had pacified the entirety of the East Gestalt and saved the last few survivors, the western guild had already been gnawed clean. John...
2020-12-15 04:30:37 +0000 UTC View PostThe central hold of the Gestalt guild lay in a remote place outside the bounds of any cities and villages. John and his little group had to go hiking through one of Alabama’s many forests to get to their goal. “Makes you wonder how many Bigfoot sightings are based on someone stepping out of a barrier,” John remarked at some point.
“Doesn’t the curly-hair-bitch make sure people AREN’T surprised when somebody gets out of a barrier?” Eliza asked. “Because if she ...
2020-12-14 05:39:18 +0000 UTC View Post‘We all stand on the shoulders of giants.’
Among all of the sayings English offered, this was one John found to be among the most elegant in its simplicity. It wasn’t anywhere near his favourite saying, but he appreciated it for what it was. A reminder, to everyone, that they relied on deeds of those that came before to stand where they were today.
John looked at himself through the Mandala Sphere. All of the things about him that were the consequence of the act...
2020-12-12 11:26:30 +0000 UTC View PostThe group spent the next twenty hours constantly moving. There were two patterns to the operations. Either they found four survivors, universally those that were in the barrier specific gestalt unification machine, or they found none. In the latter cases, John only bothered to search two of the barriers. Once to gather information and a second time to verify. In both cases he found the dungeon completely empty, save for the phantom stalking around.
The explanation of why some places wer...
2020-12-11 13:26:03 +0000 UTC View PostThe Gestalt guilds got their name from a practice to synchronize their minds to achieve a shared consciousness or, at least, as close to a truly shared consciousness as separated souls could achieve. According to what John was told, the West and East Gestalt had differences in how this unity could be achieved. After the sudden appearance of the Death Zone over ten years ago, those differing approaches lead to the split among the surviving members.
Fundamentally, both went aft...
2020-12-10 11:58:07 +0000 UTC View PostApexus only grew to loathe the desert more with every bare-footed step he took. The days were horrendously hot, to the point that the air itself wobbled and waved, as if exhausted. The nights would have been even worse, had it not been for the tent. So cold that even Aclysia shivered and that it gave Apexus his first idea what ‘freezing’ meant, it was impossible for them to continue walking through it. Instead, they huddled up together, under the blanket, and let the slime’s heat get th...
2020-12-09 20:22:21 +0000 UTC View PostJohn hated swimming class. This always happened when the teacher stepped out for a smoke. ‘Why would you even be allowed to smoke during the lesson?’ the pubescent boy asked himself and tried to make himself as small as possible. Legs pulled in, he kept sitting against the wall. He hoped, like always, that Frank would just go away.
By a common definition, it was an insane hope.
“Yo, piggy bank, I know you heard me,” Frank said and stepped on John’s foot, slowl...
2020-12-08 21:11:47 +0000 UTC View PostJohn snapped a chunk of tooth off one the mutated trees in passing. The cracking sound was neither that of bone nor wood, but what he held a moment later was a simple branch. When it refused to change again, he dropped it into the slimy grass, where it rapidly withered, died, and returned to full health. All under the magical light radiating from Purgatory and Rex Magnar and what little the moon had to spend. During their long drive, the day had faded.
“Only things connec...
2020-12-07 00:03:14 +0000 UTC View PostJohn was quite thankful for the cumload slider he had gotten. In situations like the drive, where the lack of showers meant the mess had to be minimized, cumming just the normal amount was quite useful. The inside of the car and their bodies could be wiped down or cleaned up by Undine, if need be, but the extreme amounts of semen leaking out of the girls would have been more than a bit awkward. To avoid this, the loads were minimized and John tried to cum down their throats more ...
2020-12-05 18:55:43 +0000 UTC View Post“…I therefore implore you, for our neighbour’s safety and our own ambitions, to allow me to use the army inside West Gestalt,” John ended his speech and let the parliament follow procedure. The swiftness of the gathering meant that not everyone was present, but enough were there to make a two-thirds majority vote. As long as everyone there voted positively, that was.
For once, John was not blessed with luck when it came to the machinations of state. Most of the parties that woul...
2020-12-04 17:11:39 +0000 UTC View Post“Sand… there is sand everywhere. A phantom of sand corrupts our vision. The East Gestalt formed outside of us. We need help, your help. We didn’t want it to be like this. Not like this. Sand… there is…”
The message repeated in a different voice. Then another one. Each time, pronunciation of the words was eerily similar. Confused, steady in volume but swaying in tone. It was like listening to someone who was recovering from a fall on their head.
The voice e...
2020-12-03 15:54:43 +0000 UTC View PostTheir search for water took a while longer than the dehydrated Apexus would have liked. Part of this was due to the slime’s uncovered state and the extra precaution that they had to take thanks to it. Mostly, however, it was because a mountain that bled lava was an unlikely place for sizable water formations.
Rock basins by themselves luckily were, and eventually the group stumbled over a peculiarly deep pond that had water clear enough to drink. Reysha refilled her water skin, then d...
2020-12-02 18:06:12 +0000 UTC View Post“Just one more,” Metra begged when they were almost at the Palace. “One more giant attack and then I am done testing!”
John looked at the First of Wrath. Her skin was covered in sweat (or the Artificial Spirit equivalent thereof) from the steady mix of combat and sex, her clothes and hair in a dishevelled state past the usual carelessness. Despite her pronounced tomboy appearance and the raw sexual energy that she exuded, she managed to give him an adorable, pleading ...
2020-12-01 13:51:51 +0000 UTC View PostTo the joyous weeping sounds of the insane blacksmith, Metra bowed down. The weapon was lodged into the misshapen mould. Even the First of Wrath struggled to bend the Elementium into such a shape that she could pull her new armament out. “Come here, you glorious hunk of metal!” she growled, managing to dig her fingers between shaft and mould.
Metra lifted the shaft out of its confinement. It was of silver-white, the colour of pure Mithril, and beset on the end by a sizabl...
2020-11-30 18:32:44 +0000 UTC View PostThe harem left the bedroom a little less overtaken but no less satisfied and half an hour later than usual. Even without most of his sexual skills, he was still more than able to satisfy his women. Admittedly, the one thing he still had, being able to cum an unlimited amount of times, was rather key to making the morning of over a dozen loyal nymphomaniacs. It was good to know that he had the skill beyond his Skills to please the female physique, was all.
It served as a rather substanti...
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