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Vice Bunker
Chapter 4

-VB-

“So you want me to take a leadership role,” Kali hummed after we finished the breakfast.

We talked about more serious topics, so while I did push aside the fact that she gave me permission to bone Blake (assuming Blake wanted to), I pulled my lustful and gutter-rolling mind back down to the stable ground.

“Yes,” I replied. “Due to my nature,” I said as I gave her my best customer service smile, and she had to admit that it didn’t look great. “It will be hard enough for me to lead people. While I will be the owner of the bunker and remain nominally in charge, you will be in charge of connecting with the people, assigning jobs, and hearing any points the bunker’s future residents will raise.”

“Hmm, just that?”

“Just that unless you want to take additional roles like miner, combatant, grower, and more,” I replied.

Kali hummed again, but this time, she adjusted herself on top of me, which only helped to dig my rock-hard dick dig underneath her new cheongsam and fit right between her buttcheeks.

She looked over her shoulder and smirked at me.

For all of the seriousness she put into this talk, she also took her sweet time teasing me.

I rolled my eyes and wrapped my arms around her waist and stomach, pulling her closer to me. Because of how big I was in comparison to her, she fit completely within my frame.

She sighed contently.

“And the first people you are bringing aboard are laborers?”

“Yes,” I replied. “While most of them won’t be skilled in agriculture, I will nonetheless teach them how to grow food in the soon-to-be-established hydroponics bays.”

“And waste?”

“... What about waste?”

“Have you thought about how you will get rid of them?”

I hadn’t.

“Hmm. See, this is why it’s good to have a woman like you with me. You complete me.”

Was it corny as hell? Yes. Did it also make her squirm and smile? Also yes.

My masculine ego could go and ferment while I got myself a happy pussy.

“What about electricity? There is no dust in this world, you said.”

“My bigger body doesn’t need food,” I replied. “And there are hotter spots in the ground. We can set up a geothermal generator or a fusion generator.”

While still grinding her ass into my crotch, she asked me. “What’s a fusion generator?”

“A generator that makes electricity in a fashion similar to how the sun makes its power.”

Neither Earth Bet nor my original Earth possessed the right technological prowess for mass distribution and energy efficiency that enabled fusion technology to work. I shouldn’t as well, but I have been for a few days already, and had delved … into the internet~! I pilfered it for all of its glory and -!

On a more serious note, what I had done was take advantage of my pseudo-mechanical/artificial intelligence nature as a bastard child of mixed power sources of Technological Ascension and Great Old One. I could see things, figure things out, work out equations, and even try practical problems.

Like the fact that I had a working fusion core inside me right now.

The design was downloaded from one of Dragon’s public blueprints, which she put out there hoping that some non-parahuman cape could and would solve the fusion problem that didn’t require a Tinker, and I did, and it took me a week because it was less like “the greatest problem of the century” and more like “am I being gaslit right now?”

… Man, I sounded like a douche when I said it that way, even though it wasn’t my doing but my power working out the equations for me.

Kali sighed. “It would have been wonderful to have something like that back in Menagerie.”

I held back on telling her that it was possible for me to a portal over to Remnant and do exactly that. I did not, however, because I had little to no control over where the portal sent me (though I could easily open up connections between universes I have been to) and as such, it may take me literal eons to find Remnant.

So all I could do right now was in agreement.

“Hey.”

“Hmm?”

“When am I going to see the girl you want to bone?”

I paused. “You mean… you actually want to them?”

“Oh~. Them?”

“Yes, them.”

She paused, looking off into the distance.

I did want a harem. However, an internal power struggle within it would be headache-inducing at every turn and snap.

“So… How many?” she asked, which wasn’t a bad sign.

I thought about it. If I ever got my hands on Sophia, then she would be consigned to the Pits, same with Madison and Emma. Vista was too young, and I didn’t want to go down that route until she was sixteen at least. I would do my best to seduce Taylor, Parian, Crystal/Laserdream, Lisa/Tattletale, Rachel/Bitch, Amy/Panacea, Victoria/Glory Girl, Carol/Brandish, and Sarah/Lady Photon.

Speaking of New Wave, their life had a significant change. The most significant change was that the men of the New Wave both died two years ago, Mark/Flashbang to suicide and Neil/Manpower in the mission to arrest String Theory. Yes, he took part in that mission and took a full-powered tinkertech plasma weapon to the chest. As a result, both matriarchs of the New Wave were widows, and thus up in the market if they were willing to join me.

As for others, Fenja, Menja, Othala, and Squealer would be dumped into the Pit.

“So … roughly … nine? From this world?”

She looked at me as if I was crazy.

“You think a single man can handle nine woman, never mind one?”

I shrugged. “I can make multiple bodies later, so it would actually be a question of whether far fewer women can handle a lot of men. One man in mind, sure, but it’s one man with many bodies who likes to indulge himself.”

She gave me a skeptical look complete with a raised eyebrow and narrowed eyes before she sighed and just settled into grinding my dick some more under her ass. Firm and comfortable ass.

If I didn’t have to interview people later soon, then I would have stripped her and started pounding.

-VB-

When the day came to an end, I went out at night to look for a villain team.

One of the ways I got the points to get all of the powers and perks I had was to take missions, and I had chosen to seek out and destroy the three main villain gangs in the city: the Merchants, Azn Bad Boyz, and Empire Eighty-Eight.

I also knew that actively searching and destroying any of these gangs would open myself and my bunker up to retaliation.

Of course, I was hoping they would, because I would be able to show off some of the basic technologies that came with my [Technology] source of power. Reproducible energy shielding, gauss turrets, and more would meet anyone who dared to breach the perimeter.

And so I ran around the city, crawling on my many legs and having forfeited my human shape for a more … fun-shaped.

Okay, fun for me, because when I met Crusader for the first time, the pansy screamed like a bitch and ran for the hills while I chased him all the way there.