“You know, in every other household, I would have to live with a lot of glares right now,” John joked at the breakfast table. The reasons for that statement were both currently drinking their third glass of water. There was a lot of rehydration to do for Cindy and Worlina. The two interviewers barely reacted to his words. They were in the typical post-absurd sex mind-freeze.

It was odd to see Cindy and Worlina without their make-up. Their lips were less outstanding, or had an entirely different colour in Worlina’s case, their eyes less brilliant and their colour less perfect. They did look worse, it had to be said, but John also appreciated the honesty of regular femininity. The literal layer of plasticity was peeled away and the flaws had their own charms.

“Imma give ya a bunch of glares for abusing these poor girls, if ya want,” Rave joked.

“You say that as if you weren’t partly responsible.”

“Oh please, if anything we helped!” Rave defended herself with a wide grin. The second half of the interview had been slotted to last for an hour, but Cindy and Worlina were at the edge of collapse after about thirty minutes. Not simple overfucked, mindless ecstasy, actual physical collapse from the physical strain. John was used to different circumstances, but he was still aware that even most superhumans were not made to orgasm 150 times an hour.

His harem of utterly depraved girls had been watching the livestream. That was no surprise whatsoever. In order to have their lifestyle, they all had to enjoy it, and if his girls hadn’t at least been somewhat voyeuristic, things would have been difficult. Not everyone could be as satisfied watching as Gnome, but they at least had to derive more pleasure from it than they did discomfort. A girl that would have been unhappy or jealous about seeing him fuck others would have not fit with his harem. That was the majority of women out there but, to be perfectly fair, most men struggled to keep just one partner happy so they shouldn’t have looked to get more than one.

Really, John was just as lucky as he was exceptional.

That exceptionality was mirrored by his girls, both in their unusual characters and their extremely attractive forms. These two attributes, or sets of attributes, had been on complete display when his girlfriend had picked up another few volunteers and decided to join the set with a small impromptu orgy to get the remaining time done. This made it the third out of three instances were John had just obliterated the interviewers and spend the remaining time fucking Rave and, in this case, Metra and Salamander as well.

It had been a lot more satisfying than fucking Cindy and Worlina, John had to admit. He wouldn’t say that out loud while they were around, though. Perhaps he wouldn’t say it at all. His harem doubtlessly knew that he loved them more than his promiscuous encounters. It was nice that they allowed him to have them, but he knew exactly why they were a rare side indulgence. Other women just didn’t satisfy him the same way. The fact that their bodies could withstand him was one thing, but love was the most of it. Love made the air fresher, the food tastier and the sex greater. There was just no denying it.

The interviewers had still partaken in the orgy, after a sizable break and some water, but his girls had made themselves the stars pretty easily. “Want to make a bet?” John asked, shifting the topic.

“Depends on what,” Rave responded.

“The butt.”

“The what?”

“I said the butt.”

“You said the butt?”

“I said to what the butt, yes.”

Rave snorted and suddenly started laughing, “What are we even?”

“Three rings away from married?” John suggested.

“Are ya not going to wear a mangagement ring?”

“For one, I don’t want to hear that term ever again,” John stated and got supportive nods all around the table. “For two, if I wore a ring for every one of you, I would run out of fingers pretty quickly – and I’m pretty sure Equipment Slots won’t let me anyway.” He wiggled his fingers, most of them covered in one or two marks from Lover’s will. “This is as close as we’ll get there, I’m afraid.”

“But ya will have one wedding ring, ja?” Rave asked, her forehead wrinkled.

“Of course,” John assured her swiftly. “It’ll be the… let me run the math quickly… 31st best ring in existence, assuming the harem stays the current size and I give each of you two rings.”

“If it’s supposed to be a ring for all of us, it better be the bestest darn ring ever made,” Rave demanded.

“Doesn’t feel right to put the most valuable thing on me…” John hummed.

“Then ya shouldn’t wear just the one ring for all of us,” his girlfriend stabbed him in the shoulder. “Anyway, let’s keep the marriage talk for another time.” She glanced over to the two interviewers who managed to display a modicum of interest. Friends of the harem or not, journalists were journalists and marriage news on the Gamer would sell like hot bread in a world that had only ever experienced edible sponges. “What butt were ya talking about?”

“THE butt,” John said.

“So my butt?” Rave wanted to know.

“Is there another one as perfect?”

“Gaia, or so ya say.” The Lightbearer twisted her neck to look at her seated behind. “Can’t exactly compare in the moment. Would have to get Copernicus and Gaia to cooperate so the perspectives work.”

“I will not stare at human butts,” the suncat meowed from the couch.

“More for me to visually devour.” John shrugged. “Anyway, you know how yesterday was livestreamed and recorded?”

“Ya seriously asking if I remember 75% of the reason why I came so hard?”

“You can be pretty stupid. I mean, you just forgot about 99% of the work I did.”

“Sure thing, tiger.” Rave rolled her eyes in faked mockery. “Go on then, ya biiiiiiig stud.”

“Well, since you decided to come on in with premiere boob queen and midriff slave,” Salamander and Metra grinned, “I was wondering who’s going to be talked about the most. My bet is on Salamander.”

“My bet is on myself,” Rave responded confidently. “I think most guys actually prefer ass over tits.”

“I have less faith in humanity,” John sighed and returned to his breakfast.

Soon after they had finished eating, people from the two news networks came to fetch their workers. Because of the state they had been in at the end of yesterday’s tussle, this had to be postponed until then. They still didn’t look brilliant, but at least they could walk and were no longer covered in cum.

With them out of the house, John looked to his duties for the day. After about thirty minutes he found himself in his office and did the usual paper mining. Several hours passed. Then two entire days of the usual mix of sex and administration. Wednesday threatened to be much the same until one of the two maids under his table paused in her cock worshipping duties. “Reminder: you wanted to attend the House of Commons’ session today,” Beatrice said.

“Yeah, I did.” The Gamer nodded and checked the clock. In a couple of hours, the first session with the new house members from Florida and the Meltpot states would occur. The Pacificia representatives would follow a couple of weeks later. Bureaucracy lagging behind real life events was hardly anything new, so a couple of weeks was actually a quick time for a new state to hold elections. That was thanks to their peaceful integration, leaving little to no internal friction to the processes of democracy. The weeks still dedicated to the transition existed both to let Fusion administrators double check the election processes and to allow the potential electees to campaign.

In a showcase of realpolitik trying to overpower what was efficient, several of the parties had pleaded with John to push back the arrival of the new representatives and the elections in Pacificia by several more weeks. The motivation for this was as plain as day: power. Parties that were currently successful didn’t want their share of seats in the parliament to be diminished because of new arrivals. Similarly, parties that thought they could be successful in the new member guilds wanted to have the time to spread their influence. Whether that happened via recruiting people already in the running or just spreading their influence via the establishment of local branches didn’t really matter that much.

John had resisted those requests at the time, which the party leaders had been somewhat miffed about. Their annoyance was a price he was willing to pay, if it meant avoiding the setting of a precedent. Every system eventually collapsed under its own weight, as injustices, exceptions and clarification piled onto the basic framework, and John wanted to keep things clean as much as he could. Knowing everything eventually broke down was realism, just letting it happen because it was inevitable was nihilism. John was not going to be part of the latter category, especially not with how invested he was in the current state of affairs.

“Was it an African proverb?” John thought out loud. “The young men that won’t be welcomed into the village will burn it down to feel its warmth?”

Aclysia’s lips slid up his cock until it plopped out into the air. By the time she started her answer, Beatrice was already taking him into her throat. His diligent maids would never leave him unattended. “I believe so, Master. What makes you bring it up?”

“Just considering the woes of modern society,” John told her, “and how to avoid them. In order for people to care about their home, they need to be positively invested in it. To be positively invested in something means that one has to feel at least a degree of control over its direction. I guess that’s why centralized systems eventually get unstable. Power gets too concentrated, more people are or feel disenfranchised, and then they grab the tinderbox.” He reached down and patted her white head, the strands of her hair feeling finer than the finest silk under his palm. “Let’s hope Fusion’s culture comes together fast enough that we don’t get blown apart the second our economy stops booming.”

An orgasm for him and three for the girls later, they headed towards the House of Commons. Jack was left behind to do more paperwork.

The chamber was still incredibly empty. Designed to hold up to two and a half thousand people, the many rail-roaded rows of seats of the floor were still largely unclaimed. The addition of 46 seats to the previous 100 helped minorly. John looked down from his position on the marble seat of power and beheld the new layout of the House of Commons.

Going from the leftmost, which was the anti-state power side of the spectrum in John’s planning of the chamber, to the rightmost, the state-empowering side, the breakdown was as followed:

1. The Free party, representing the wish to abolish almost all of Fusion’s institutions and leaving it as a shell in which the pre-Federation anarchy could be allowed again had gained no seats. With outside threats and internal prosperity, people weren’t likely to vote for something that wanted to abolish the central hierarchical structure. Seats: 4 out of 146.
2. The Wrath Party, speaking for people that clung to the ‘might makes right’ motto even as common law was being applied, had gained two new seats. They had also lost two seats to people defecting from them and joining the Project Shield. Seats: 7 out of 146.
3. Newly added was the Revealers party, dedicated to liberating people from cumbersome laws and questioning unnecessary cultural practices such as wearing clothes all the damn time. They were almost entirely elected by Florida and, because that was the most populated state in the Federation, they came in as a fairly influential party from the get go. Seats: 12 out of 146.
4. The Individualists had been and still were Fusion’s largest party, but their goals as a political entity remained equally muddled. For the most part, they leaned libertarian, thus their position on the left side of Fusion’s political spectrum. The lack of a central program or set of clear principles made them little more than a temporary gathering of people that had not or would not join any of the established parties. While they had gained five seats in this set of elections, they had also lost four in the meantime due to defectors. Seats: 25 out of 146.
5. The Fusion Libertarians were, as the name clearly stated, the established libertarian party. The problem with this, as every other libertarian movement, was the question of what constituted the proper size of government. This party had outlined what they wanted the boundaries to be, but for some that was too strict or not strict enough, which was why they hadn’t fused with the Individualists. It was also why they were a smaller party than the Individualists. They had only gained one seat, not from the election, but from a defector. Seats: 13 out of 146.
6. The Economists were a party primarily elected by the people in the Amaca Coast state. They were categorized as centre-left, but their outlook was a bit more muddled than that binary outline implied. What they wanted was to have a marketplace that was free of all regulations – except the ones that benefitted them, of course. On the side that John understood, that included tariffs, keeping foreign actors from meddling too much in the internal market. Further out there were stringent production regulations that would empower big businesses and raise the bar of entry for smaller ones, thus limiting competition. For a party that represented the richest donors, that was understandably the goal. They, too, had gained one seat from an Individualist defector, but none in the elections. Seats: 15 out of 146.
7. In the centre of Fusion’s current political parties was the Stream Party, representing conservative ideals such as a sturdy central culture, promoting family ideals, and local communities’ ability to live without the central government meddling too much with them (while also being a potential help in tough times). They had gained an additional three seats, two from the election and one from a defector. Seats: 16 out of 146.
8. Leaning right of the centre was the Centralists party. Colloquially called the ‘John Newman can do nothing wrong’-party, they were staunch loyalists to Fusion’s cause. That was fundamentally laudable, in the Gamer’s eyes, the problem was that they were so loyal to the institutions that they cheered their expansion on. Because of their unofficial moniker, they also got to ride the wave of John’s current popularity. They had grabbed the last defector from the Individualists and been voted into another nine seats, giving them an additional ten seats in total. This made them the second strongest party in the current House of Commons. Seats: 18 out of 146.
9. The Supernatural People Party was a conglomerate of many fantasy races that didn’t necessarily have a lot in common when it came to values. However, in order to compete in the political landscape, they had banded together under the things they had in common. The most pronounced was their often unusual, by human standards, living conditions. They were categorized as a party on the right due to their steady requests for state-funded Protected Spaces made to cater to their wants and needs. They had also come to cater to the human voter by talking about general social measures and welfare. This managed to gain them an extra seat. Seats: 12 out of 146.
10. Project Shield, Fusion’s prime advocates for a strong and heavily militarized central state, were heavily benefitting from the current situation. For one, any outside threat would make people flock to the party that had consistently declared that arms were the ultimate authority of the state. Second, the South Meltpot state was a breeding ground for people that looked up to the central authority. With John having ended their local game of strongmen, all that was left were people that thought he was right because he was strong. In the North Meltpot, that had driven them to the Wrath Party. It spoke to a more authoritarian character that they decided to go with Project Shield instead. Whether that was a good or a bad thing, John didn’t really know. Neither of those two parties really stood for his personal beliefs. Seats: 14 out of 146.
11. The last party, the Crowning Party, similarly rode the wave of John’s popularity and the Lorylim threat. Their established party program was to dismiss this entire ‘silly’ idea that an Abyssal republic could ever be stable and wanted John to just end the charade of all men being equal and take his rightful place as the benevolent dictator. Until he accepted the crown, they were happy to just infuse the executive with more powers where they could. They had previously been Fusion’s smallest faction, with a mere two seats, but had swollen considerably, getting another eight seats in the recent elections. Seats: 10 out of 146.

John observed this current trajectory with a bit of worry. The scale was not out of whack yet, but people clearly leaned towards empowering the state at the moment. It was no wonder; when the state did a good job, the intuition was to give it more power. While the Gamer had come to think that ‘if it ain’t broken, don’t fix it’ also applied to institutions that were doing their job at their current size, the average person was either not as informed or not as invested.

Which also didn’t mean that they were wrong. Intuitive responses could be a lot more reasonable than deeply thought-out ones. There were ideas so utterly idiotic that it took a very educated mind to believe them. Lysenkoism came to mind.

“Mister President, you have the floor,” the Speaker of the House said, beginning that day’s session.