The Lustful Villain: Every Milfs and Gilfs are Mine!

"You’ve been running a perfect operation," Rex said, and his voice was still carrying the specific quality it had when the surface level was steady and what was underneath it was not. "Every variable accounted for and every output calibrated..."

"You’ve never been wrong, and because you’ve never been wrong, you’ve decided that the things that don’t fit your operational model aren’t relevant."

"Fuck all of that useless information because we’re going to do this..."

"...my FUCKING WAY!"

Gelion’s slime form extended three limbs simultaneously, which were not arms exactly but functioned as arms at the point of impact. The primordial-class working ran through all three of them and hit Rex’s telekinetic field from three directions at once.

Rex let two of them pass so they could read the frequency.

The two hits landed and they hurt in the way that hits from a fully realized slime entity hurt, which was more diffuse than an impact from a solid body but also more comprehensive, covering more surface area at once.

Rex stepped back one step and reassessed.

Rex launched the first projectile as a test. It was a standard magic compression burst, designed to strike with the force of a concentrated column of air pressure, leaving a crater in stone upon impact with anything stationary.

It crossed the distance between them in less than a second.

Gelion’s mass opened and let it pass through.

The projectile passed through the gap where a torso would have been on a solid body, striking the courtyard wall behind Gelion. The stone cracked, but Gelion remained unaffected.

Rex launched six more projectiles in a spread pattern from different angles simultaneously, employing the telekinetic catalog as one would use both hands. He executed parallel maneuvers from a single point of focus.

The slime form moved around all six.

The mass moved not away from the projectiles but around them. It redistributed itself between the trajectories with the unhurried efficiency of a being that lacked a skeleton to protect and organs to prioritize. The projectiles passed through gaps that had not existed a moment before and would not exist a moment after.

Rex shifted frequency bands and launched something denser. It wasn’t a compression burst; instead, it was a manipulation of actual weight, a telekinetic mass that behaved more like a physical object than a mere force.

He sent three telekinetic masses, then five, and finally nine, all staggered across a quarter-second window to prevent any predictable timing.

Gelion ate all of them.

Not figuratively. The mass absorbed the energy at the point of contact, and each one vanished into the grey-blue interior like a stone sinking into deep water.

A sound reminiscent of something being processed emerged—a low harmonic that Rex felt more in his chest than heard with his ears.

Then Gelion started laughing.

It came out wrong through the half-dissolved vocal architecture, layered in a way a human throat couldn’t produce, but it was unmistakably laughter.

"There it is," Gelion said.

The voice had stopped pretending to be fully human now. It came from multiple points in the mass simultaneously, which made it feel like a room talking instead of a person.

"There’s the surface’s outstanding asset...! There’s the variable that walked in and rearranged the furniture...!"

Rex threw another cluster. There are seven workings, each with different frequencies and vectors.

Gelion absorbed them without interrupting himself.

"Do you know what you just fed me?" The mass shifted, and the shape it made was almost amusing—in the way a shape can be amusing. "Every working you throw has a frequency signature!"

"Every frequency signature tells me something... and you’ve been teaching me your catalog for the last forty seconds, and you haven’t landed a single clean hit."

Rex stayed silent while his mind was already thinking about something.

"You’re not stupid," Gelion said, and the tone was the specific condescension of someone who had decided that acknowledging intelligence was the sharpest possible insult in the current context. "That’s the part I find genuinely interesting..."

"You’re not stupid, and you’re still doing this!"

"You’re still throwing the same category of attack at a slime entity that has been processing frequency-based workings since before your civilization had a written language."

Rex launched a single working, its movement slower than the others, almost languid in its trajectory.

Gelion absorbed it.

The harmonic in Rex’s chest got slightly louder.

"Are you listening to yourself right now?!" Gelion continued.

The mass had started to expand slightly at the edges, fed and comfortable in the way that something gets comfortable when it is winning without exerting itself.

"You came here for not much longer, and yet you’ve disrupted a fourteen-month operation, physically assaulted a second-stratum administrator, and are now standing in a public courtyard, casting magic at something that consumes magic!" "

"And you do all of this with complete confidence in your understanding of the situation."

"You’re going to run out," Gelion said. "Surface-trained telekinetics always do."

"There’s a ceiling on what your nervous system can sustain, and I don’t have a nervous system."

"I can do this until the ambient light in the Underlayer cycles twice, but the real question is..."

"...can you?"

Rex looked at the mass.

He looked at the faint glow inside Gelion, where the absorbed data was stored, processed, and cataloged—a collection of frequency data that had been provided to him one attack at a time over the last minute and a half.

He thought about what Gelion had just said.

’Every frequency signature tells me something.’

He recalled Pavellia’s insights, shared in a different context, regarding how primordial-class entities processed information. She had spoken about resonance and the distinction between combating a frequency and harmonizing with it.

He thought about what was currently sitting inside Gelion’s mass.

His own catalog.

His own frequency signatures.

All of them were absorbed and stored in one place, forming a coherent entity that vibrated at a resonance partially tuned to Rex. Gelion had been consuming Rex’s workings for ninety seconds and hadn’t realized that the last seventeen weren’t attacks.

They were measurements.

Rex filed the frequency data.

"No more wasting time..."

He brought up the telekinesis at the updated calibration and took Gelion by the largest coherent mass section in the current form, which was the central body cluster, and threw him.

The throw covered approximately sixty meters before Gelion’s mass collided with the far wall of Castle Nocturna’s outer courtyard, striking it with enough force to leave a mark in the stone.

Rex was in the air before Gelion finished the impact, using the Earthen Authority to push off the ground with more force than his body weight would naturally produce, crossing the distance in two seconds.

Gelion was surprised with what Rex just did to him. "No fucking way—"

He struck Gelion three additional times, each blow delivered with the telekinetic precision that allowed him to target the most coherent sections of the slime form—specifically, the areas where the mass was densest and where the impact force would register most effectively.

Gelion’s form disintegrated at the edges before reassembling, with each cycle taking progressively longer than the last.

"You want to make this place better," Rex said, landing on the courtyard’s stone and watching the reassembly. "You’ve told yourself a complete story about what that looks like and who gets to participate in it, and anyone who doesn’t fit the story is a variable rather than a person."

The slime form’s surface produced a sound that was between speech and something older. "You’re not here every day, and you don’t live in this place!"

"You don’t know what it costs to maintain this network while the surface sends its apostles deeper every month."

"And that," Rex said, "is the part where you’re right."

Gelion stopped.

"I’m not here every day," Rex said. "And I’m going to use that against you right now, so I want you to remember that you said it."

The telekinesis was fully activated, encompassing not just three or five workings but the entire set operating simultaneously from a single point of will.

The slime form tried to move around it like it had before, moving mass around to avoid the grip, but Rex had the Foresight running and the frequency data he had taken from Gelion’s own primordial-class working.

He used that frequency to tune the telekinetic field’s internal resonance so that it matched the slime form’s cohesion frequency instead of working against it.

The grip became comprehensive in a way that the flowing motion could not resolve.

Gelion was lifted from the courtyard, and the sound he made was not quite pain but was the sound of something that had not expected to be held completely.

Rex held him there and stared at him.

"You’re going to stop," Rex said. "The second-stratum retrieval team is going to stand down."

"Tomorrow morning, nine people are going into that canyon, and when they come out, they’re going to have everything that canyon contains, including the two members of the surface team who have been inside for two days and the Key to the Underlayer, and any second-stratum personnel who want to have a conversation with the surface are going to do that through me."

For a moment, Gelion didn’t say anything.

"You don’t have the fucking authority for it," he said. "So... go fuck yourself, Lustful Villain."

"I have your attention," Rex said. "In this context..."

"...those are functionally the same thing."