The Good Life: Intermission (ch. 30) (Patreon)

“You're a monster,” Asami Sato greeted me, her glare sharp enough to cut. I simply smiled, kicking my feet up on the coffee table with my arms open wide on the couch that I was lounging on. It was surprisingly comfy. It had taken a little finagling to get Asami in the same room with me -- as one would expect, she was a busy bee now that her company was policing America. And it had quite the first challenge to overcome.

“I noticed Rumi isn't here,” I replied, letting the insult roll off my back. “Don't want her to know that you're working with a monster, huh?” I pointed out, and her lips thinned ever so slightly. I was dead on, I suspected. Asami was trying to play both sides, but in the end, she wasn't like Cinder. Asami had a moral compass. I'm not entirely sure what I did to piss off Cinder enough to make her think it was a good idea to send the Seven after Robin, but I understood why she did it-- she was a ruthless bitch that craved power.

Asami didn't have that in her. She was a good girl just trying to get back home, probably to her family, and her moral backbone could bend a little, but not too much, otherwise it'd break. And, honestly, that was one of the things I liked about her. I enjoyed watching her walk that moral tightrope. I wasn't even annoyed that she was spitting on my hard work after she got what she wanted from me. It was a bit disingenuous, but at the same time, it was very honest.

Asami crossed her arms, “Rumi has her own things to take care of. The chaos you've been causing.”

I smiled. Rumi was a real hero. She had spent the past few weeks bouncing around city to city, taking down Supes like it was nothing. She didn't always emerge from the fight uninjured, but she hardly seemed to care and it certainly didn't slow her down. People were starting to mutter about her in the same revered tone as they did Homelander. Or, rather, how they used to. “I'm surprised she's bothering. How much longer until you can exit stage left?” I asked, tilting my head as my gaze flickered to the Dias.

It looked more complete now. The rings were all folded into one another in its resting state, but they seemed thicker and smoother than before. There were some additional gizmos slapped onto the base of the Dias as well.

I could tell that Asami didn't want to answer that question. Her gaze suddenly became guarded. “Why do you care?” She hedged instead of answering.

“Oh, that's a little mean, Asami. I mean, I gave you a couple hundred million and everything on your Christmas list. All I asked for in exchange was you taking down Vought, but you didn't exactly follow through on your end, did you?” I pointed out, making her lips press into a thin line. She knew I had a point, and if I was being fair, I could acknowledge that it wasn't entirely her fault. I had jumped the gun and underestimated how psychotic some Supes were.

However, I wasn't feeling particularly fair at the moment. Not with that attitude. “I think I'm entitled to at least a few answers, don't you agree?”

Asami held my gaze for a long moment before looking away. “It'll be a few weeks at least. A month would be better, but two months would be best,” she answered, catching my attention. “The material that I had you get… it wasn't just to build a reactor. It was to build a battery. Breaching through the fabric of time and space is incredibly energy intensive, and the cost increases exponentially the further the journey.”

Huh. “So, the reactor is powering up the battery as we speak?” I asked, making Asami nod. “Have you tried it out yet? Does it actually work?” I asked, sending the Dias a curious look. I didn't even go to school, and most of my science knowledge came from comic books, but this seemed like one of those things where if it breaks…

Asami let out a small sigh, “I came here to perform the first test. We have enough energy gathered for a… snapshot, I suppose you could call it,” Asami began, turning away from me and I got up to look over her shoulders. The light turned on, and a general hum filled the basement as the Dias began to activate -- the dozen rings began to unfold, the smallest of the bunch starting at the start of the walkway leading up to the biggest. “Opening the portal takes a tremendous amount of energy, but maintaining it prolongs that cost.

Huh. “How much would you need for a stable portal?” I asked as she continued to power up the Dias while what I'm guessing was the test subject rolled onto the walkway. A little robot that kind of reminded me of Wall-E -- little track thread feet, a square body, small arms, with a 360 camera onto of the box.

“For this test? I would need a second reactor. Two, to be safe. And it is the closest possible alternate reality that we can reach,” Asami explained and I let out a low whistle at that. That was a lot of power. Either we needed to build more reactors, or we needed to find a better energy source.

As she explained, the rings to the Dias began to spin in the air, levitating by some unseen force. The hum in the lab got louder and louder as the very first ring reached a speed. The second ring began to spin then, and Asami continued, “Each ring essentially acts like coordinates. Only you're dealing with a dozen dimensions of space rather than just longitude and latitude.” Huh.

“Sounds sci-fi-y,” I remarked, feeling a thruster of excitement race down my spine. I couldn't wait. Oh, I couldn’t wait. What would we see? What brave new world would Wall-E discover? One by one, the rings began to spin as the coordinates locked in, and as they did so, every subsequent ring folded into the next ring. Until the very last one.

For the briefest of seconds, when all the rings combined into a single one, I thought that it didn't work. Then, almost like a light switch being flicked on, light suddenly appeared in the empty space of the ring. And almost like I was looking through a window… I saw it. A whole new world.

It… kinda looked like it sucked. Immediately before us was a half destroyed building, a cracked and busted asphalt road, and a rusted out car of a model that I couldn't place. Everything was faded, like time had leached away the color.

Wall-E rolled forward, entering the portal that didn't even ripple as he did so. Almost like he had simply stepped through a door. Asami was immediately pouring over whatever data was coming in while a window on the monitor marked how much time the portal could be active for. Asami hadn't been kidding about it being a short jump because it was only able to remain open for fifteen seconds.

Then, as soon as the window to another world appeared, it vanished, leaving Wall-E behind.

“It worked,” I heard Asami breath, unable to keep the relief out of her voice. It did. And there didn't seem to be any horrific consequences. She leaned over the data as Wall-E had apparently been outfitted with a bunch of measurement equipment but I couldn't make any sense of it. What did draw my attention was one of the monitors showing what Wall-E had seen.

It wasn't just a building that was wrecked, but the whole block. Dozens of buildings that were crumbling in place, dozens of cars parked on the road, skeletons behind the wheel. I didn't recognize what model of cars they were in… but I did recognize one thing. It looked rather different, but the view was unmistakable. After all, it hadn't been that long since I saw it first hand.

I looked at the White House to see a crumbling ruin on its last legs. On a flagpole was a ratty flag that almost looked like the American one. Just with a few key differences. A slow smile spread on my face as I seared the sight into memory before the feed abruptly ended when the portal closed.

What happened there, I wonder?

I almost couldn't wait to find out.

…

“I feel like this one is on me,” I muttered, looking at the video that played Homelander giving an impassioned speech. It was just a declaration that Supes were superior to humans and thus not beholden to them. Which, as one would imagine, was a cause of concern for the humans. The internet was practically a dumpster fire in the best possible way. My existence had been a real divisive issue for a lot of people -- for all the bad I did, people still managed to find reasons to support me because I validated their feelings.

It was pretty wild. What was more wild was the world's reaction to Homelander.

People got a taste of what I got. That crushing disillusionment, only it was a few degrees worse because most of the world had fully expected Homelander to stop me. That he would save the day and allow them to return to their normal lives. Only now the general populace of the world understood an ice cold truth -- that there was no winding back the clock. There was a new normal and they were going to have to get used to it… or they could die.

“It does seem like you deserve the most credit for this turn of events,” Robin acknowledged. Ever since I became active, people like Victoria Neumann and the anti-Supe crowd had been gaining steam. I didn't bother too much with them since I wasn't one for politics, but they had rallied around my message. Those with reasonable fears, terrible past experiences, or those that just hated those that were different all began to mix together until you had this clusterfuck that only got worse the more I did.

I hadn't meant to start a Supe vs human race war, but here we were. With Homelander leading it.

“Hm. So Homefront is a thing,” I mused, seeing the two kiss. Good for them.

“The UN is being provoked into action,” Robin said, bringing my attention to more serious matters as we made our way through the busy streets. “It seems that they wish to take America's place as the world's foremost superpower,” Robin remarked, sounding amused. While chaos seemed to be more my thing, Robin had perfected her political machinations and use of scandals. Which was why she was coming with me on this one. In person too.

“It's perfect,” I agreed. I had been looking for the right place to set up the final stage, and the world gave me one on a silver platter. The government's efforts to reassure the people was vastly overshadowed by what was being called the ‘Supe’ question. And the big wigs over in the UN were meeting to find an answer to that question. I wasn't particularly interested in what their answer would be. I just cared that it would be the perfect opportunity for the final act.

One last grand display before I moved on to bigger and better things.

“You sure you want to be a part of this next bit, though?” I asked her, looking over at Robin as we made our way through the thickening crowds. Protesters.

Robin simply chuckled, amused that I would even ask at all. “Law -- I spent the better part of my life working with pirates that would make even you balk at their depravity. There is nothing you can do that I would be uncomfortable with,” Robin stated.

Hm. Well, that was good. “Okay. But if anything ever comes up, let me know.”

“I appreciate the thought,” she replied before we came to a stop. The protests had gotten a lot bigger, I decided, looking over the crowd of people's heads to see the White House. One that was still standing and was currently occupied by Victoria Neumann. The Madam President..the lady that we were here to see.

I smiled before I brought us closer with my Room. Then did so again, pulling the same exact trick that I did when I killed the last President. Only this time we did a little more ground work to ensure that I had the opportunity. I would hope, at the very least, that they would try to keep me out. But, as always, the greatest weakness of any security system would forever be human error. A touch there, a threat there, a few missing hearts later and you could get in anywhere. The process was slower, but I had been planning this for a while now.

Instead of appearing in some office, this time, Robin and I materialized in the Oval Office. Our arrival was abrupt -- Victoria Neumann sat behind her desk, two old men sitting across from her, oblivious to our arrival. My gaze met Victoria's and instantly, her hand darted to the panic button underneath the desk, only for a pair of arms to sprout, catching her hand.

A second pair sprouted, covering her eyes. The two men flinched, jumping to their feet, only to stop dead in their tracks when they turned to flee. They saw me and I saw the blood drain away from their faces. I brought a finger up to my mask, the universal sign for silence, and the two old men looked willing to swear an eternal vow of silence then and there. Victoria struggled against Robin's grip, but Robin proved that she was a master at using her power because she secured leverage, pinning Victoria to the ground as she walked behind the president to secure a silk scarf around her face.

I still didn't know what her powers were, but better safe than sorry.

“You won't get away with this, Heartless,” Victoria swore, trying to keep the fear out of her voice. Stan had raised her well.

“We already have. You know your part, yeah?” I asked the two old men, as I held up a palm. A heart appeared in my palm and they looked at it with hunger. I tossed it to one of them as I stepped by them and, in a low shameful voice, one of them answered.

“We understand, Heartless. We'll ensure you aren't interrupted,” he replied. Politicians. I mean, I was an evil bastard but those guys were just slimy. At least I was honest.

I could see the moment that the panic started to set in Victoria. All of a sudden, her struggles ceased and she went perfectly still. Trying to give off the impression of strength as she was bound to her chair by a half dozen limbs. “What are you going to do to me?” She asked, her voice calm and neutral.

She couldn't see it, but I gave her a smile. “We're going to give Stan a little surprise,” I told her before I reached into my coat pocket to pull out a vial and a syringe. The vial was filled with a pink liquid -- just like a heart, I could pull out something and contain it outside of my Room. In this case, I was able to store the liquid that we had been harvesting from Popclaw in a vial for convenience. Plunging the syringe into the vial, I withdrew one CC from the vial, figuring that would be a decent starting point. “And do a little science along the way.”

“I'm the President- you- you can't do this,” Victoria said, the fear starting to leak into her voice as Robin created two more hands. These began to unbutton her suit and her blouse.

“That's a pretty wild thing to say to me after everything,” I remarked, seeing the lacy black bra. A solid C cup, if I had to guess. “When have I ever given the impression that not being allowed to do something would stop me? Honestly, it just makes me want to do it more,” I told her. Robin peeled off her jacket and shirt little by little as she forced Victoria to stand up with clever leverage of her legs.

Her skirt came down next, revealing a lacy black pair of panties- no, a thong. I had to give her this -- she was by far the best looking President that America's ever had. She wasn't quite fitness girl levels of in shape, but she clearly understood that her looks were a strength and she honed that strength. Naturally tanned skin, a flat stomach, full breasts -- she had an hourglass figure, but… well… pretty much anyone would look bad standing next to Robin.

Rounding the desk I saw that she had a shapely ass. After making sure that the syringe had no air bubbles in it, I gave her ass a good hard spank, making her cry out in shock. At the same time, I jabbed her with the needle and pushed the plunger-

Victoria threw her head back and screamed. Instantly, her legs started to give out and she was only saved from falling in a heap by Robin holding her up, but even then, she tried to furl into herself. A sudden flood of arousal gushed out of her with such force that I thought she pissed herself, leaving her dripping through her thong with arousal flowing in rivers down her smooth legs.

As she did, I watched her pleasure through my Room, putting a cap on it just shy of where I had pushed too far with Popclaw. It seems that even a single CC was still too much because Victoria… one would think seeing a woman cum the hardest she ever had in her life would be arousing, but it was more alarming than anything.

Victoria trembled, twisted, and gasped like she had been possessed by a demon that was being exorcized. Her face contorted into one of blind pleasure and… an IRL ahegao wasn't as sexy as it was in hentai. Seriously, I was about to go over to the church and grab some holy water by the time she was able to do anything but shout and yell, her pleasure crushing her in rolling waves.

“I would say that she's more than ready,” Robin remarked, sounding faintly amused with the intensity of the orgasm. We were lucky that I could control the soundwaves, so no one could hear her. As she spoke, she bent Victoria over her desk and pushed her thong to the side before a hand appeared between her legs to spread Victoria's absolutely doused pussy. Seemed inviting, with a long strand of arousal falling from her nether lips.

“Youughh… you! Yooooouuu…!” Victoria moaned, drooling on what looked like some pretty important papers, her breathing ragged. Honestly, it was impressive that she could produce words. Popclaw couldn't. “I… Immm I'lll…” she tried to threaten, only to be cut off when I spanked her. Her breathing hitched as I fished out my cock.

Robin got everything in position, so I allowed my cock to plop on her ass, her pussy twitching in anticipation. When everything was ready, I reached out and grabbed her by the hair, wrenching her back as I undid her bra with my power. “Smile for the camera,” I whispered in her ear.

“What- ah~!” Victoria moaned when I suddenly thrust myself inside of her. She came around my cock -- not because I shoved it in, but simply because she hadn't stopped cumming since the injection. Beyond Victoria was Robin, who had a professional camera pointed at us, recording everything. All perfectly set up to capture this moment as I fucked the President in the Oval Office on her historical desk where countless decisions that had influenced the world were made.

Her arousal dripped down my pistoning cock, falling in fat droplets as I fucked her harshly right out of the gate. I wanted a strong opening. To that end, I stoked the pleasure that flooded her body -- the foreign pleasure I gave her became her own, and even if she wasn't riding out the peak of the mountain, she was still on the mountain. Her walls spasmed around me, clinging with superhuman strength to keep me buried inside her, her pussy squelching noisily while the harsh sounds of flesh on flesh echoed throughout the Oval Office.

I was rock fucking hard. Victoria Neumann was a beautiful woman, but that wasn't entirely why. I was fucking hearts into the eyes of the President of the United States of America. In the Oval Office. On her desk. After a long plan to put her here for this exact reason -- I had felt plenty powerful during my little power trip, but nothing managed to compare to this moment. Not even when I killed the last President.

It felt like the whole world was in my hands and I could do whatever I wanted with it.

I spanked the President's ass, leaving behind a red handprint. Her tits bounced with every powerful thrust as I steadily carried her back up the mountain that she was already on. She was inching closer to the same peak that the injection has brought her to, and whatever sense of reason that Victoria had was getting fucked right out of her head. She was right at the very edge of what she could take without receiving actual brain damage like Popclaw got. Though, I'm sure dancing on that edge would have consequences by itself -- but that wasn't really my problem.

Her shapely ass rippled with every thrust, and her cum flowed off of me like a river, soaking the carpet and filling the room with the scent of sex. Yanking her head back, I reached for the scarf as I had Victoria look at the camera. “Good evening, people of the world. My name is Heartless and I'm here with a very special guest. Please, give a warm welcome to… President Victoria Neumann!”

I yanked off the scarf, and even if she was in the state of mind to do something, I would have stopped her with my Room. Not that she was. Victoria's eyes rolled in the back of her head, making incomprehensible sounds of pleasure, drool dripping down her chin and onto her breasts to give them a wet sheen.

The video wasn't live. Sadly. That had been the plan -- that the video would go live on all emergent channels, but Homelander and the UN changed things a bit. So, I settled for a recording.

Victoria proved that, however distantly, she was vaguely aware of what was going on and tried to look away from the camera. I laughed, “Don't be shy, Madam President. Let everyone see just how hard you are on crime. Let them see exactly how you're going to stop criminals like me,” I taunted, lifting Victoria up by the legs to expose her pussy to the camera, letting it see my pistoning cock that gleamed with her cum.

Robin reached into a bag and pulled out some cue cards. With a light smile on her face, she began writing on them as I relentlessly fucked the President. Victoria came all over her desk, droplets of it splashing over it, soaking the papers and landing on the photos of what I'm guessing was her kid. When Robin was done, she flipped the cue cards over and I held Victoria's face so she had to look at them and the camera.

In a weak spastic attempt, I felt her trying to use her power, but I shut it down with little difficulty. Leaning into her ear, I whispered and made sure the soundwaves didn't reach the camera. “Read the card,” I told her. Victoria seemed to hear the ‘or else’ because, in a shaky, pleasure-riddled voice, she found her voice.

“I-I'm a g-good li-little s-slut tha-t does w-what m-m-my m-master co-commands. V-vought… I-I-Industries w-will e-effe-effectively b-be t-terrminated,” Victoria moaned, stuttering through the cue card. Robin smiled as she placed the foremost facing one behind the rest and Victoria continued. “My appointment as President was by the will of my Master. I've tricked the American people into thinking that I'm anything more than Heartless’ cocksleeve. Above all else, I've deceived my father -- Stan Edgar -- who believed that I would rescue his company.”

Slowly, it seemed to dawn on Victoria what exactly she was saying. But, as cockdrunk as she was, she couldn't stop herself. “I've b-een ly-ing to him. I-I've been H-heartless’ f-f-f-f-fuck p-pet sinc-e t-the ver-y be-beginning. E-everything h-has been i-in acc-ordance w-with Heartless’ pla-n. And I-I d-did it a-ll in the h-hopes that m-my M-Master would p-paint my womb w-white.”

Damn Robin. It was perfect. Exactly what I wanted. I couldn't wait to see Stan's reaction to this.

“Here's your reward, as promised,” I told Victoria, my cock throbbing before I finally let myself cum. I flooded her womb with cum, ropes of it springing forward. I didn't see it, but I felt Robin manifest an arm under the table, taking the syringe and vial. As I came, she jabbed the now filled syringe into Victoria, pumping an additional 5 CCs into her and the reaction was explosive.

I thought Victoria died on my cock for a second there. Her entire body seized, unable to even breathe, before she had the single most intense orgasm in the history of orgasms. It certainly sold the message that she did it all for a cream pie, but as she squirted, she sprayed the room -- hitting not only the camera but Robin as well. Robin simply smiled at the sight, as Victoria’s pussy came alive around my cock. It was like she was having a thousand different orgasms all at once.

“And… cut,” Robin said, turning off the camera. I extracted myself from Victoria, dropping her on the floor, and immediately her back arched as she continued to cum with the explosive force of a thousand suns.

“You have some serious talent as a director,” I told her as Robin approached. I didn't detect an ounce of jealousy in her as she looked down at the twitching mess that was the President of America. Robin moved my mask to the side as she leaned in for a kiss that I freely gave her, pulling her in so she was pressed against my body.

“Flatterer,” Robin replied, a single finger tracing the length of my cock. It stood to attention and I felt her smirk into the kiss. She moved away, taking a step back to take a seat on the desk with her legs spread invitingly. It was then that I noticed something.

“No panties? A dangerous choice,” I remarked, taking my place between her legs as I lined myself up with her already slick slit.

“I'm surprised you didn't already notice,” Robin observed, biting her bottom lip as I placed my hands on her hips. Slowly, I pushed into her, feeling her soft stuck walls grip me in a vice, every bit as tight as I remember. An appreciative breath escaped Robin as I slowly rocked my hips, fucking her gently. A harsh comparison to what the President got. And there was a very simple difference between the two.

I didn't give a shit about Victoria. I did about Robin.

I pressed my forehead against hers, gazing into her brilliant blue eyes, stoking the pleasure that she felt like one would a fire with every roll of my hips.

It didn't take Robin long to cum, but the single orgasm she had was worth a billion from someone like Victoria, who went forgotten on the floor with my cum seeping out of her pussy. Leaning in for a kiss, I smiled into it when I saw that Robin turned the camera back on with her power.

Things were perfect. Absolutely perfect. And what came next was only going to be better.