The Lustful Villain: Every Milfs and Gilfs are Mine!

He hit Gelion four times before the sentence finished echoing off the courtyard stone.

The first two were telekinetic, precision strikes tuned to the cohesion frequency he had spent ninety seconds collecting, hitting the densest clusters of the slime mass where the absorbed workings were stored and making them resonate outward instead of inward.

The third strike was physical, with his fist driving into the central body cluster, applying the full mechanical weight behind it. The fourth was a simultaneous combination of both techniques from the same point of contact.

This kind of coordination was only achievable when the telekinetic field and the body had been working in harmony long enough that the distinction between them became largely theoretical.

Gelion made a sound that had no human equivalent.

Rex grabbed the reforming mass by its largest coherent section and threw it into the courtyard’s eastern facing, then crossed the distance before it finished hitting the stone and hit it three more times against the wall in rapid succession.

Each impact was calibrated. Each one landed on a different cluster.

The slime form tried to redistribute around the strikes the way it had before, but the frequency tuning meant that the telekinetic field moved with the redistribution instead of waiting for it to finish, and there was nowhere to flow to that the grip hadn’t already accounted for.

Gelion dropped to the ground and tried to spread flat, going wide and low, reducing the coherent mass that could be targeted.

Rex put a telekinetic plane two centimeters above the courtyard stone and compressed it.

The sound Gelion made this time was older than language.

"GASRARASFAHSFHASFHAF!"

"What the fuck are you even blabbering about..."

Rex allowed Gelion to reform to a third of his previous volume before lifting him by the central cluster. With the full catalog running, the resonance was tuned so precisely to Gelion’s cohesion frequency that flowing around Rex was no longer a structural option.

Rex maintained his grip on Gelion while cycling through three different configurations, but none proved effective in stabilizing Gelion’s form or allowing him to regain his previous volume.

As he held Gelion aloft, he surveyed the courtyard around them. The ambient population of the Underlayer had gathered at the edges of the courtyard, much like a crowd forming when something significant occurs, uncertain if it was safe to approach.

Several hundred monsters from various species in the Underlayer’s central district watched Rex as he held a slime entity in the air with the complete steadiness of someone performing a task they had done before.

A figure descended from above—it was Lilith.

Lilith landed next to Rex with the lightness of a succubus in her natural form. Her wings were folded as she touched the stone in the courtyard, and when she looked at Gelion, she had the same professional look on her face that she had when she was reading a situation that had already been decided.

"Master," she said.

"You know where he lives," Rex said. "Tell me now to prove your worth."

Lilith looked at Rex, then at Gelion, and finally at the place where Cassandra had gotten Gelion.

"Yes," she said. "I know it well."

Rex looked at the mass he was holding.

"Lilith," he said, "get a chair."

Then he looked past Gelion, past the courtyard’s far edge, in the direction that Lilith’s gaze had indicated.

He threw Gelion.

He did not throw Gelion with the short, precise throws of the past; instead, he used a long, wide arc that suggested he knew exactly where he was aiming.

The slime mass sailed across the Underlayer’s open street, soaring to the height of a thrown stone before descending toward a structure Rex had never encountered. Yet, Gelion’s trajectory was making it increasingly familiar.

It was a building at the edge of the district’s residential area. By Underlayer standards, it was well-built and had the look of a place that someone had built to last and then furnished to show that the person living there planned to stay there for a long time.

Gelion hit the wall on the outside and took it with him.

Rex was already on the move.

He arrived at the building in seconds and floated to a stop above the wreckage, observing the slime form attempting to reassemble itself among the rubble.

Shapes began to emerge from the building’s ruins and the courtyard beyond. They were slime forms, smaller than Gelion, and were arranged like units that had been stationed rather than assembled.

Their surfaces emitted the same primordial-class working frequency produced by Gelion’s attacks. And there were a lot of them.

"My children... n-no...!" Gelion tried to protect them all.

Rex stared at them.

"Ohh...?"

Then he raised both hands and let the Elemental Mastery, the Earthen Authority, and the full power of the telekinesis work together like they did when there was enough energy available and no reason to hold back.

The slime units were the first to move, and that was the last decision they made as a group.

What came next was thorough.

The Earthen Authority broke up the ground underneath them, making their formations into separate pockets.

The Elemental Mastery made all of the elements work together to suppress each other over the open ground, putting pressure on the contained pockets that weren’t set up to show mercy to each one.

The telekinesis kept the coherent slime masses in place while the suppression worked. This stopped the redistribution that had been Gelion’s main defense in the previous exchange.

The slime units remained intact but lost their organization, which significantly affected their functionality.

"NOOOOOO!!! WHAT CHILDREN...!!!" Gelion screamed. "WHAT HAVE YOU FUCKING DONE?!"

Rex landed atop the wreckage, positioning himself over Gelion.

The slime form was at its least coherent, with only the dense central core that a slime kept when most of its mass had been spread out or pinned down.

"YOU... ARE A FUCKING MONSTER!!!"

"I am, and that’s the answer you’ve been looking for all this time, right?" Rex crossed his arms. "A real monster who’s bound to lead the underlayer without any naive thinking like you."

"Even if you’re a fucking reincarnator... you’re still human in your previous life, and it also applies to me."

"But... I’m different; I was built in a way that I don’t show any morals or compassion." Rex stretched out his hands towards him. "Let me show you again how different we are..."

From the rubble of the outer wall, a sound came screaming.

"GELION!"

The figure that stepped through the rubble was not what Rex had expected, although he recognized the presentation immediately. She had the same internal movement quality that Gelion had, the same fundamental nature beneath a surface form, but where Gelion’s surface form had been designed to pass, hers was designed to display.

"Viscaria...! No...! Stay away!"

Viscaria was the name, and she was beautiful in a way that was clear and planned, not by chance. Her surface form shimmered at the edges with the bioluminescent quality of a slime that had learned how to make its own light.

She was tall and moved in a manner that Gelion had technically mastered but had not made expressive.

She looked at Gelion on the ground and then at Rex standing above him. The noise she made was like someone who had reached the end of something and didn’t understand what it meant.

"What have you done?" she asked. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?"

Rex stared at her.

She walked quickly across the rubble toward Gelion, like someone who had stopped thinking and was just going. Rex let her get to him because the Foresight showed what was going to happen before she did it.

She knelt down next to Gelion and put her hands on his central mass. These were the hands of someone who had built a life around this specific form and was now checking to see what was left.

And then, she looked at Rex.

"Please," she said. "I’m begging you... stop this..."

"My husband... made a mistake... and I want the mistake to be fixed without having to exchange it with his life..."

The word came out with the exact weight of someone who had decided that dignity was worth the price right now.

"We have been punished enough... our children..."

"But, honey, our children..."

"Shut up! We can make more... it only takes days for us, slimes..."

"Please." She bowed her head and put it at the level that all of the Underlayer’s different cultures saw as the last sign of begging. "Anything... whatever you want... whatever it costs... just stop!"

She looked up and met Rex’s eyes.

Viscaria’s face didn’t change.

Rex stared at her.

He was quiet for a little while.

Then, slowly, his expression shifted in a way that indicated he preferred an unexpected outcome over his original plan.

"Alright, fix his mistake with your body then."

Both were surprised with his answer. "W-What...?"

"Lilith," he said.

Lilith came down from above and landed next to Rex with the chair she had gone to get. She carried it with the energy of someone who had done stranger things for her master and had learned not to ask about them until the immediate phase was over.

Rex stared at the chair and then at Gelion.

He used telekinesis to lift Gelion out of the rubble and carry him to the chair. He moved slowly, as if he were finishing the last step of a planned sequence.

"Tie him up real good so he can see the whole thing."

"NO! NO! PLEASE! DON’T DO THIS!" Gelion starts panicking. "EVEN IF I’M A SLIME...! I’M STILL A HUMAN AT HEART!"

Rex laughed. "Bullshit... you want the underlayer way right!? Then it’s going to be like this!"