I'm the Bad Guy: Bigger, Badder, and Uncut: A Supervillain LitRPG Adventure

by Simon Archer

  “And what is it that they do?” Anu released his staff into magical shadows to not take up space in the hallways. “They are all certainly capable fighters, and brilliant in their respective fields, but you seem to be hinting at something deeper.”

  “I am.” I turned a corner. “Not only do they do their jobs well, but they also do it in a way that’s different from what everyone else is doing. And, on top of that, everyone here is absolutely committed to what this syndicate stands for.”

  “And what does this syndicate stand for?” Anu stopped me in the hallway with a hand on my shoulder. “Why is it that you have taken to struggling for a goal that only one other has attained and so quickly lost?”

  “My perfect world!” I put simply. “I’ve sold them on a world where everything runs like a well-oiled machine, spearheaded by myself, and they ate it up. They wanted to live somewhere where the impossible was more than probable, and I’ve been making impossible plays like they were falling out of my ass. That’s how things are going to be in the new world, and that’s why they’ve learned to hate the world as it is now. It’s boring, predictable, and runs on the rule of the world belongs to the lucky who abuse the unlucky. The ones who get all the perks are the people who play ball with the asshats that stumbled upon enough power to make the rules. That’ll change when I’m in charge. The people who deserve to be on top are going to be the ones who claw their way up and stay there. We’ll be the ones who earned our place over everyone else by committing our best at every step of the way, overcoming every obstacle that came our way, and crushing it without a second thought. It’ll be impossible, and that’s part of the beauty of it. I’m building an impossible world with impossible tools, tailor-made for impossible people. One that I can finally live in.”

  “I expected nothing less,” Anu smiled, “certainly ambitious, if nothing else. I am simply glad that I have been allowed to be a part of that vision, along with Minou.”

  “Speaking of her, I’ve meant to ask,” I changed the subject, “what do you think of her? I know that you two have a bit of history together.”

  “She will be an excellent addition to your organization, I assure you--”

  “That’s not what I mean.” I interrupted his recommendation letter. “I mean, what do you think of her? What do you like about her? What does she mean to you? What was keeping her around for you when you ran the Damax Jackals?”

  “I do not like what you are implying.” Anu took a step back. “If you are saying that Minou will be less essential to your success than the likes of your senior engineer, your assault captains, or your other girls, then you are quite mistaken--”

  “Again, you’re not hearing me,” I repeated myself. “What does she mean to you? I know that she’s not your biological daughter. And you’re a villain, one of the original villains of the Ghoul, as ruthless as they get. When the Ghoul fell, you could have done what the other Ghoul executives did and consolidated as much power as you could get your grubby hands on. Each one of them probably took as many powerful lieutenants as they could and cut their biggest slice of cake. Why just take Minou and move to Damax City, one of the smallest cities you could have landed in? There were plenty of others to pick from, bigger slices, and you were one of the bigger players in the organization, basically the right hand of the big boss. You had your pick of the litter, and you chose her. Why?”

  “That is simple,” Anu explained, “because I raised her myself. Because she has never disappointed me once in all the years she has served me. Because I have never been more proud of anyone than I am of her. I would have given her my powers and my organization if I felt that she could become the new head of the Ghoul. She certainly had the desire and the ferocity, but not that unspoken spark that you have in abundance. Still, if there were anyone I would wish to live at the top of the world, it would be her. I am glad she will see that under your vision.”

  I looked out of the corner of my eye, seeing the flick of a striped tail before it disappeared. As if to confirm my suspicions of who was watching, an update appeared on my screen:

  You’ve increased your affections with another!

  Infatuation: 60%

  3rd Tier Villain buff: 35% minion stealth and 15% damage resistance against superpower skills

  Next threshold for villain buff: 75%

  Bam! Glad I caught Minou spying on us just then, or I might have missed that golden opportunity for some free boosts to my minions. Damn, practically went up a whole tier just with that one act. Good to know that she reacted so strongly to me, prompting an aloud confession from her pseudo-father. Anyway, Anu was still talking…

  “As for Damax,” Anu continued, “I was bidden to stay there for the sake of Mr. Yin’s vision. He believed that his successor would come from that city, and I was to guide him along the path that my old master wished for him. However, you have not needed such a path for your ambitions for as long as I’ve known you.”

  “Damn straight, I don’t,” I finished up the conversation, “I’m bulldozing through every motherfucker who’s standing between me and what I want, one way or another. Now, if you excuse me, I’ve got to attend to some personal matters.”

  “Very well.” Anu bowed accordingly. “I look forward to hearing of your victory tomorrow.”

  “It’s going to be quite the occasion this time,” I told him as I backed away, towards the corner that Minou had escaped to as I followed her. “Everything changes after we take the next city.”

  9

  “Everything?” Natasha whispered in my ear as she held me close. “That seems a bit drastic, don’t you think? I mean, not much changed after the last-- Oh, my god!”

  “Still think we can talk business here at the same time?” I said, pushing her up against the inside wall of the locker. “You’ll have to be quiet if you want to keep going.”

  “I’ll be good.” Natasha’s face betrayed a tight strain to hold in her voice. “Promise.”

  “We’ll see about that.”

  I drove up deeper into her as she desperately tried to contain her moans. When she caught me by surprise and dragged me into one of the break rooms, I’m sure she thought she was coy and quirky, not expecting me to go through with what she was proposing. Well, no one got to play ‘Chicken’ with me without knowing just how willing I was to get what I wanted. Fortunately for her, the break room was empty at the time, and we were alone for the moment. Still, it never hurt to be a little cautious, and no one would just walk in on us while we were behind a locked door.

  “Now, how about that strategy for tomorrow?” I said as I continued to pump away, not leaving her a moment to catch her breath. “You said you had some ideas for what we should do? Tell me! I’d love to hear them.”

  “I-- ah!” Natasha was helpless to stop herself from crying out. “Please, just a second, slow down so I can focus.”

  “You said you could talk business and pleasure at the same time, Nat,” I didn’t let her go for a moment. “We’re not stopping until I say so, and I still have a war to plan. So, here we are, supposedly doing both. Let’s talk.”

  “Okay, you made your point!” Natasha cried out, “I’m terrible at this sort of thing. I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

  “So, do you want me to stop so we can talk?” I asked, “because I’ll stop right now if you want me to--”

  “Let’s not get crazy!” Natasha interrupted me. “I mean, we’re already here, and you’ve basically ruined my uniform.”

  “I’m sorry, who ruined your uniform?” I thrusted a bit harder. “From my recollection, this was your idea, and you couldn’t wait to jump on this as soon as possible. Don’t tell me you’re chickening out now.”

  “I’m not a chicken!” She had all but lost her ‘inside’ voice. “I’m not! I can do anything! Just don’t stop!”

  “I have yet to hear that battle strategy of yours.” I reminded her. “You’re not holding up your end of the deal. Maybe I should stop now--”

  “I can do th
is!” She exclaimed. “I can do this! Just give me a minute! I, um, ah, I think that, uh, hm! Ah! Ah!”

  “Interesting battle strategy.” I sarcastically complimented her. “Tell me more about how you think that’ll guarantee victory for us.”

  “Ah! Ah! Ah!” Natasha was all but gone. “Fuck! Fuck!”

  “Intriguing idea!” More sarcasm from me. “Your tactical theory astounds me, Natasha!”

  “Shut up!” Natasha blurted out. “Just-- Ah! Mm! Fuck!”

  “Did you just talk back to me?” I really put in the power behind my work, now. “I didn’t realize you were such a glutton for punishment!”

  “I am!” Natasha shouted so loudly that she might as well have been on the overhead intercom for the facility. “Please! Don’t stop! Punish me! Discipline your little slave until I’ve learned my lesson! Don’t let me go for a second! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

  “Sweet Jesus, I think I broke her.” I laughed, obliging her with a continued overdrive push. “Just remember, you wanted this.”

  “Oh, god, yes, I do!” She giggled like a maniac. “I do! I do! I really do! God, yes, fuck, I do! Don’t let me get away with such disrespect, sir! What would the others think? You have to punish me so hard I won’t be able to walk without my cloud! How will I learn, otherwise?”

  “You’re a messed-up little girl, and I couldn’t love you more, Natasha.” I could feel her tightening as I brought it home. “I certainly hope you’ve learned from this experience.”

  “Never!”

  The crazy blonde clenched her teeth around the side of my neck as she held on with every fiber of her being. The convulsions were as numerous as they were lengthy and outlasting them was proving enough to push me to the ends of my physical limits without some superpowered help. But outlast them, I did, and she was left a whimpering, quivering mess by the end of it.

  And my efforts were rewarded with an update from the game system:

  You’ve increased your affections with another!

  Infatuation: 70%

  3rd Tier Villain buff: 30% minion damage increase to heroes, 10% reduction in minion skill costs

  Next threshold for villain buff: 75%

  Damn. So close. I didn’t think I had time to bring up my infatuation with her another level with the time we had. It wasn’t like sex was a guaranteed way to maximize it, anyway. A thousand pleasurable nights may not have moved the bar an inch, but one special one had the ability to move some mountains. It was more a measure of how attached she was becoming to me. A psychological connection rather than just a physical one. The sex certainly was a good gateway to facilitate my efforts, but there was more to it than just a healthy set of hips and a will for repetitive motion.

  “Now that you’re finally satisfied,” I maneuvered my way around so I could reassemble my suit and tuck things back into place, “I have a war to prepare for.”

  “I may not be so quick to put everything away if I were you, sir,” Natasha sighed, “I think we have a bit of company.”

  “I noticed,” I said. “What did you think I meant by ‘preparing for war’?”

  Opening the locker door, I unlatched Natasha from her death grip on my body, handing her a handkerchief and setting her down on a chair while I was greeted by a passerby visitor to the affair: Kate.

  “Having fun?” Kate asked me while I finished up with Natasha. “Don’t you have a city to conquer tomorrow?”

  “No point in stressing about something you can’t do anything about now,” I argued. “I’ve done just about everything I can for now. I see no harm in attending to some other matters, making sure that there’s no lingering tension in the air during the battle itself. You never know what could happen in these city sackings, right?”

  “Good answer.” Kate unzipped her bodysuit and stripped herself right in front of me. “I just hope you haven’t wasted all your energy already.”

  “You know I always have time for you.” I broke away from her and sat myself down in a chair adjacent to the one Natasha rested herself in. “If you’re so concerned about my health, you could start us off while I recuperate.”

  “Gladly.” Kate practically jumped out of the leggings of her suit and squarely onto my hips, perfectly landing as she bounced herself up and down. “Wow, it’s been too long.”

  “We just did this yesterday.” I jogged her memory.

  “Yeah, I know.” She bounced away. “A whole day.”

  “I’m curious how well you’ll fare against me instead of Natasha.” I challenged her. “She could barely get a word out by the end of it, and we couldn’t discuss any of her intriguing battle strategies.”

  “You’re cruel.” She sighed heavily, her naked body pressing up against me. “You make me do all the work, and now you’re telling me to talk about wars in the middle of this?”

  “Don’t waste your time, now,” I warned her, “Natasha managed to ask me a bit about the general strategies for taking New Carmanelo before she eventually lost her will to speak.”

  “Well, then, I’m going to talk about the specific…” Looked like Kate was losing her will a bit faster than even Natasha did. “The specific battle plan. We’ll send in the robots first, right?”

  “That…” I deliberately dragged out my sentence. “… is… absolutely… on… the… mark… for… the… first… phase… of… the… plan… to… take… the… city… of…”

  “Oh, fuck off!” Kate’s bounces were now filled with as much energy as she was with fury. “If you’re going to force me to fucking talk, then you’ve got to talk normally, you fucking weirdo!”

  “That’s an awful amount of sass coming from a thirsty girl,” I remarked, placing my hands on her hips. “You best watch your tongue, missy.”

  “What will you do to me if I don’t?” Kate naively asked.

  “This.” I pinched the sensitive skin of her breasts with my teeth, forcing an astounded scream from her mouth.

  “What else?” she asked. “What else are you gonna do to a sassy backtalker like me?”

  “I wonder where your imagination will take you from here,” I said to her, moving my hands up her body. “What do you think I could do to a sassy minx like you if I really wanted to?”

  “Oh, god!” Like any good torture tactic, her imagination was doing all the work for me, throwing scenario after scenario into her mind while I simply coaxed it along with an evocative stroll along her body with my hands. “I don’t know! Anything! Everything! God, I can’t wait!”

  “Neither can I.”

  Picking her up from the chair as I stood, I moved us both over to the wall for a better position. Then, I went to work, blowing her mind. Any defenses she had before then were all blown away as she was turned into a gibbering mess of moans, screams, and random words thrown out. Out of context, it would have context, it would have sounded like she was absolutely crazy. In context, well…

  “Battle!” Kate shouted at the top of her lungs. “Win! Robots! Gun! Fire! Pow!”

  She didn’t sound much better. Whatever futile effort she was making to still be talking about war and battle was abysmal at best. Hilarious, but abysmal. She’d somehow turned war into a sex thing and sounded even zanier than Natasha. I couldn’t believe it.

  I wasn’t done, yet, though. Next was the breakroom table. I pulled Kate off the wall, flipping and bending her over the tabletop as I got back to work again. If she wanted to talk about war and battle, I figured what better way than to make her the battle plans I was working on? Alright, so it wasn’t quite the same, but she wasn’t complaining about it in the slightest. At least, she never said anything. Mostly just more screaming from her.

  “Okay, stop!” Kate finally said. “I give! I couldn’t talk at all, you’re right!”

  “Oh, so you think we stop when you’re ready to stop?” I flipped the poor girl over on the table and went to work again. “Never forget who runs this show.”

  I figured another couple of minutes of that would help her understand her
situation better, judging by the constant convulsions I was feeling from that point onward. Once I’d had my fun, I finally let her go, releasing her from my grasp as I got a towel to help her clean up. She’d left quite the mess behind, and I hadn’t helped at all. I was sure that she’d been properly serviced, given that she was giggling to herself over and over again while just laying there.

  Kinda hoped I wasn’t doing any psychological damage to these girls. Didn’t want to end up with a bunch of crazy girls working directly under me in my criminal organization.

  Or did I?

  Or was I already?

  Eh, who knew?

  “I hope that is not all you have left, big boy.” Minou, ever the stealthy girl, jumped down from the rafters she’d been hiding in for who knows how long. “I would not want to think that I had missed my opportunity by coming in late.”

  “Please, you’re right on time,” I said. “I was just wondering where you were off to.”

  “I was never far away.” Minou cooed as she stepped closer to me. “Though, I must say I may not believe that you have what it takes to last after the performances I have just witnessed.”

  “Just come out and say that you wanna find out for yourself, honey,” I said. “I’ve got enough in the tank to do this all night.”

  “I certainly hope so.”

  She wrapped her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck, and herself around me as I held onto her thighs. Goodness gracious, I was more than willing to bring the fire a bit, if only to break this girl like a wild stallion. Or a wild tiger, more like, given that she’d shifted into her half-feline form to begin. With my hands holding her up, I equally pumped from below while my arms helped her move from above.

  “Well, you say you’ve seen the other girls in action.” I started the challenge. “Do you think you can last longer than they did? Let’s talk business.”