Bringing some life in the castle.

John went to his room. It was weird to think that the place in which he used to spend the absolute majority of his free time had become so foreign. He wasn't even here anymore. Preserving appearances imposed some sacrifices. He still had to do some homework, it would have saved more time to do it in his kingdom, but his room had the relative advantage of being devoid of naked women willing to jump his bones...

He could mentally type any work that he could turn in by computer, as quickly as he thought using his interface with the castle's computer. Writing or typing was the most time consuming thing about homework for him, he often already knew exactly what he needed to answer. Now, he was filling pages in a few minutes and could even write on paper at the same time. The way that his powers allowed him to multi-task never stopped to amaze him.

Anna had messaged him to tell him when they had dropped Etan off and when she arrived home, like him she wouldn't be able to come to the kingdom instantly. John did not want to do it before his mother was back home, she could not find him missing. The thought of just explaining things to her now crossed his mind, but it was getting late and the mood he had planned to create to prepare her for it had not settled at all. One or two more days wouldn't do much difference and considering that he intended to upgrade things around his kingdom tonight, it would give her a better first impression of it.

John decided to do one of the few things that he couldn't do in his kingdom, take a hot shower. The lack of plumbing was beginning to be a real problem, and he wanted to do something about it, he really needed to gain Water mastery or to unlock water kingdom elements.

He checked his phone and was surprised to find a message from Frank on the special app that he had installed. His old bully had followed his instructions, taking an humiliating picture with the words I love dicks on his chest written in lipstick and wearing some himself. Of course, being Frank he had taken the picture in a mirror, reversing the text, but it was a minor obstacle for someone like John. His **** had robbed Frank of any respect that Vanessa could have had for him, and the dissolution of the football team had removed the source of his status. It was time to end this. The things that John asked of him were a back payment for everything Frank had stolen from him or broken along the years, this would be the end of it. Having Frank pay to get his dick back was exactly the best thing to close this chapter and move forward. He replied to Frank to be ready with the money and vehicle the next day and that he would receive the time and place during the day.

Lying in his bed, wearing his pair of nightwear boxers, John realized how rough the soft sheets were compared to the absolute comfort of his slime mattress bed in Arcadia. He wanted to stay in bed to be there when his mother would come back, and he had to find something to do.

The Dwarven metal that he had recovered seemed like a very good crafting material, but it was very dense and there was little of it. John wondered if he could still create an armor with it. Cali was strong and if equipped with a shield and armor she could tank some creatures. Having a ranged damage dealer switch to tank would be inconvenient, but less so than redoing a kite boss fight with him playing bait while running around.

He took a piece of paper and began to sketch. It would probably necessitate him getting a translation for the Runesmithing book to unlock more powerful runes, but it seemed like there was a way to overcome the limitations of the number of runes on items. If instead of crafting it as a whole, he forged each piece by hand with runes on them, he could then just assemble them into a strong armor. But for this he needed a forge. The design was not covering everything, but in a truly video game inspired logic would have enchantments on each piece of golden armor that would protect the body as a whole.

He checked his ressources, he could build another floor on the castle, but it would be the most costly solution when considering stones. The junk metal was an option to build rooms now, but would look horrible, yet it was only temporary.

John really did not like having the Chancelry office in the second basement, it gave him an idea. The castle had to spread at some point. Using all his reserves of stone, 5000$ and 160 junk metal, he did some improvements. He created a room and a staircase on the right side of the throne room and moved the Chancery to it. The small spiral staircase led to the back of the library, situated under the throne room.

On the left side of the entrance room, he created two rooms, linked to each other, following the curve of tower base. He moved the armory to one of them, weapons and armor should be close to the place where they left the kingdom for adventures. The other room was what would become the forge. Except for the fact that besides a pit and chimney there wasn't much of it. The anvil, bellows, crucibles and tongs necessary to work a forge were missing. And John intended to add a few stationary power tools to help him with the forge, drills, pneumatic hammers, grinders, etc. He would probably need to visit the hardware store to get all of this, and most likely under a fake identity.

There was a menu in the castle interface that he never noticed before. He could add themes or styles to his castle. There was a long list of options, all greyed out or impossible to check, but the first one seemed very straight forward and was free. John lost no time clicking the button changing instantly the round walls of the tower to a decagonal section. It could make adding rooms, windows, doors and furniture so much easier (or things as simple as putting a painting on a wall).

He soon heard his mom getting home and turned the lights off. It was the usual charade. He would pretend to be asleep and she would check. It was something that he had done for years when staying up late to play video games. She cracked his door open and peaked inside, John was under his sheets, trying to look fast asleep. He could hear the door open wider and soft steps in his room. Suddenly he felt lips pressed on his forehead.

"Sleep well, champion." he could hear whispered. Followed by quick steps and the click of his door. It was easy to figure out that his mother did not want to risk being in his room too long by fear of slipped up and ending up sleeping with him. It threw John in another moment of reflection on the risks and advantages of informing her. He would tell her, but more than most monsters or evil sorcerers, he was now afraid of how she would react to what he had done, just like he had been before telling Anna.

Anna had finally messaged him, she was ready to join him in the kingdom. It was late and she would need to sleep more than John did, but they had ample time for some fun in dilated time before it became a concern. The absence of water sounds reminded John that his mother had already showered during the evening, having check on him already she would have gone to sleep immediately. He focused on his ring and appeared in the entrance room of the kingdom, wearing only his sleepwear boxers, bracelet and two rings. Anna appeared next to him, wearing a long t-shirt that was only teasing the fact that she had nothing under it.

"Couldn't wait any longer! We had a lot of fun, but I need you now!" she told him, dragging him down the stairs to the bedroom. John removed his boxers and stole her t-shirt on the way, obtaining a wide grin from her in exchange.

John had remained quiet, letting her take the initiative. No one else was here to welcome them and John wondered if it was by design. He knew that the other girls would easily let her call dibs on him, considering her rank and their relationship as a couple.

Everywhere he looked in the spartanly furnished room, John was seeing what was missing. A wardrobe, hardwood floor, carpets, tapestry and paintings on the walls. Things he needed to win, craft or buy.

Both of them jumped naked on the slime bed, bouncy on their landing it soon softened to grant them absolute comfort.

John's fingers ran on her body, caressing her curves at the limit of tickling her, all the while she had locked him in a deep and passionate kiss. John could feel tinglings in his body as their tongues enlaced each other and their naked bodies rubbed against the other, covered in a thin layer of sweat as the excitement built up. After some long seconds she let it break, taking her breath back.

"Finally alone, the King, the Queen and the royal scepter, in the royal bedroom. I watched you fight without being able to do anything but to get worried sick. Now she me what you got!" she taunted him.

John rolled her on his side, lifting her over him. The bed was hardening on the parts where she was pushing, helping him in the manœuvre. The resistance of the mattress then began to disappear, making her lower her very wet pussy right over his hard cock.

"Ohh, oh yes! That's the thing!" she moaned as he entered her.

It was really strange to have sex on a bed that helped him doing it. Each time he moved his hips, burrowing his hard member into her, the mattress was lowering her support by half an inch, making him push farther on the last stroke. No other tricks were necessary, no spells to excite her or touch her in remote places. He was holding her hands, providing support as she rode him in this strange rodeo.

She moaned louder, louder, louder, bit her lip and strengthened her grip on his hands, until finally she gasped loudly and came down without holding herself up right.

John did not mid her naked body lying as cover on him, but he helped her roll on her side before snuggling with her. Eyes closed, kissing her while he was brushing her hair, he suddenly noticed a familiar sensation. Someone was sucking his dick. Not the usual cleaning of the bed, a mouth with a pair of lips and a tongue was going down on him, with two hands resting on his tighs.

The fact that his cock didn't turn into charcoal ruled Vesta out, but he wasn't sure if it was Sylvia or Cali who snuck in their private session. He opened his eyes and blinked in surprise. A female torso with her two arms was sprouting out of the green blue translucent matter of the bed, and it was what was sucking his cock.

In an instant John pushed her away and grabbed Anna, lifting her from the bed, interrupting her post orgasmic haze. John had not recovered his equipment from the armory, all he had was his sword which was nearly unbreakable, but pretty much useless against a slime.

"Stay back!" he shouted to the creature.

A mass moved in the bed and an humanoid shape clumsily climbed out of it, falling on her ass as soon as both of her feet were on the ground. The slime material had interesting properties, but it was supposed to be be pretty much inert, unable to form a new slime girl...

Or to do pretty much any of the things it did daily...

John realized something, if this creature wanted them harm she could have just trapped them without any way to breathe during their sleep. The only thing that he had seen her do so far was trying to suck his cock... To feed? She looked weak, almost unable to move. He focused on her to learn more.

Domestic slime girl: friendly creature, lvl5, weak, hungry.
This slime girl recreated from inert material of her kind has been animated by a mixture of various fluids and powerful magical energies. She is currently weak and necessitate food to recover. Unlike its feral counterparts, domestic slime girls rely upon leftovers and environmental resources to survive rather than attacking living creatures.

"John, what is happening? Did you summon a pet for us?" asked Anna, still à bit confused.

"Everything we did to the bed somehow woke her up! Observe says she's a friendly creature, I never seen this before. Apparently she is starving," he explained.

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's give her something to eat. These info bubbles never lied to you so far, right? I figure that she'll be a new addition to our little menagerie. Does she have a name?" continued his queen.

"Good question, but I don't even think that she can talk. Do you understand me?" he asked, he got a weak nod in response. "what do you want? What were you going to do to me?"

No words came as a reply, but a small tendril ran on the ground until it touched his pinkie toe. John was suddenly overwhelmed with many emotions and feelings. He was sensing hunger, quickly followed by images and sensations of food and good tastes. What followed was pleasure, comfort, cleanliness, warmth, everything that the bed provided to them normally.

"You understand us, but you can't talk?" he only got a shrug in response. The slime girl who a repeatedly tried to stand up was starting to lose cohesion, he left foot was no longer a beautiful girl's foot, but had turned into a blob of green blue matter.

as indicated in the ending question, the slime girl needs a name, and... I don't have one so far. So please post your suggestions in the comments or in my channel of the Discord server if you have a good idea and the name that you picked might end up in the story.
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