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The Good Life: Collection (ch. 76)
🕑 Added 2025-01-24 16:06:15 +0000 UTC“I won,” Rumi announced, barging into my office and making the house of cards I was building fall over. I pursed my lips, looking down at the cards with some annoyance before I cocked an eyebrow in Rumi's direction just in time for her to throw a packet of papers at my face. She was only a little disappointed that I caught them with my hands rather than my face.
I knew what the packet of papers contained. I had a similar packet on my desk. Creating a small Room with a thought, I saw that the contents were the exact same. “You mean I won,” I pointed out, tossing her my packet. She caught it and flipped through it. “I sold more Pipboys ten times over.”
“The radio towers made more money for your shitty company,” Rumi argued, her eyes narrowing. “Are you seriously trying to punk out on a bet?”
“I'm not punking out of anything,” I defended. “I have a city made out of gold, Rumi. Entire worlds answer to me. The fuck do I care about money? The bet was whoever's invention sells the most wins, and my Pipboy sold the most. Ergo, I win.”
I couldn't deny that Asami's radio towers hadn't made buckets of cash. Piltover all but demanded exclusive contracts from us, and they were willing to pay a pretty penny too, and another to be at the front of the line. Add in the civilian contracts, we had a steady source of income for our near future. It offloaded the loss that I sold the Pipboy at initially and with the two put together, our margins were looking pretty comfy.
It made me feel very Stan Edgarish. But that was not particularly important at the moment. Rumi was challenging me on the sanctity of our bet.
Rumi was shaking her head, “Why the fuck would we judge by units sold? You're a company. Companies care about money. Therefore, you care about money, you greedy bitch.” She said, crossing her arms as she held my gaze. I tapped a finger on my desk, considering that point.
“We should have specified,” I admitted. If I had known we were judging by money made, I would have picked something else rather than the Pipboy. “So, I'm willing to compromise. Either we both won, or we both lost. Your call which,” I said, tilting my head as I grew the Room so that it enveloped Rumi. I could sense her spike of irritation, her anxiety. I had put the ball in her court, and she knew it.
And, depending on the answer she gave… that would tell me how desperate she and Asami were to learn the scope of my Rooms.
She considered it for a long few seconds, her feelings clear on her face -- annoyance, frustration, and deep continuation. Then, eventually, resigned acceptance. “Fine,” she half spat the word out. “What's your range?”
“Larger than a city block,” I answered and her red eyes flashed. “I don't see you fulfilling your end of the bargain, Rumi,” I pointed out. Her expression twisted, and I expected an argument. But, instead, she sighed and began unbuttoning her shirt. I only needed to prod a little bit to stoke the flames of arousal that she was burying under a thick layer of annoyance. “We’ll make a little game of it. I'll narrow down my range for you, and if you ever decide that I've narrowed it enough… you can call it quits before I'm satisfied.”
Best to give her an out so she didn't feel like her back was against the wall. And it planted a seed that would be blooming in a few short hours when I reminded her of that fact when we were done.
Rumi unceremoniously pulled off her shirt, leaving her in a bra before she started kicking off her boots. No strip tease for me. Sadly. “Whatever,” Rumi groused, still annoyed that she was doing this when she had been confident that she had won.
And that told me that they were pretty damn desperate. Under normal circumstances, Rumi would tell me to eat shit and die rather than make a compromise. So, not only were they desperate to know, but there was some kind of pressure on them because Rumi didn't just try to make another bet. That was the most curious thing of all.
Asami had been wasting my time for the better part of a year now. And she was the one that felt like there was a time limit?
It was an intriguing thought, but one Rumi distracted me from as she kicked off her pants, leaving her wearing nothing but a black lacy bra and a thong that was really more a piece of string with delusions of grandeur. “Well? Get your cock out,” She said with a growl, crossing her arms.
My lips curled into a smile as I decided to switch tracks a bit. “I never said that the happy ending would be for me,” I pointed out, and I could see how that threw Rumi for a loop. With a snap, my desk was replaced with a massage bench, complete with an array of oils. I even had scented candles.
“What- you-,” Rumi seemed as genuinely caught off guard as I had ever seen her as I stood up, rolling up my sleeves. She quickly came to terms with it, though. “You're such a pervert. Aren't you backed up? I figured cum would be leaking out of your ears by now since you're usual fuck buddies don't have time for you.” It seems I’d nipped her hope that this would be a quick five minute hand job in the bud.
That being said, she wasn't entirely wrong. Robin was still on her expedition, Cinder couldn't be seen with me, leaving only Yoruichi to sneak in quick visits here and there. Which was why I wanted to savor this and see how badly I could get Rumi to crack before she realized what was going on.
I just gestured to the table and Rumi scowled in my general direction but grudgingly she laid down on it all the same, face first. After making sure she was comfortable, I drank in her form for just a moment. Her thighs and calves were well muscled while her ass was shaped to perfection. I honestly couldn't tell who had better legs between her and Yoruichi. But, now wasn't the time to ogle her. Not when I could be doing something so much better. “I have lavender infused oil, vanilla, and rose. Which one are you feeling?”
“Fuck you. Cocksucker. Vanilla,” Rumi replied and I just chuckled -- she was so mad. It just made it better, honestly. As bid, I grabbed the warmed vanilla infused massage oil and set it to the side. I almost wasn't sure which end that I wanted to start from, but there really was no resisting those legs. To warm her up, I ran a finger over her calf -- letting her grumble under her breath before the massage began in earnest.
I had a pretty solid idea of what I was doing -- Yoruichi enjoyed a good massage, after all. Though, I noted that Rumi wasn't just more muscular, but there was a lot more tension in her. Which made sense. I can't imagine Yoruichi ever stressing about anything while Rumi was a tightly wound ball of resentment, stress, and pent up aggression of both a sexual nature and good old fashioned rage. It's something I could recognize well enough in her. I had been much the same before I became Law.
So, I eased her into it. I massaged her calves, rubbing lines and small circles up and down her legs. I ventured even lower, massaging her feet, before I ventured up to her thighs. They were the perfect mixture of firm and soft under my palms, and I could feel the tension in her body rising as I ventured closer to the golden land of her ass. Then I felt her confusion when I skipped over it to go to her lower back.
“Quit dragging this out,” Rumi complained, but her tone didn't match her words. She was enjoying the massage in spite of herself, letting me work out what had to be years of tension and restraint with my hands.
“You don't rush a good thing,” I replied, moving up her back slowly, noting the defined muscles of her back before I went to her shoulders. “So, just enjoy it while it lasts. You never know what tomorrow might bring,” I remarked and I felt a flash of anxiety from Rumi. Interesting, but I pretended not to notice. “Now, time for the oil. You can leave your underwear on if you want.”
“Eat shit,” Rumi cursed, reaching back with a hand and undoing the hooks to her bra. The thong could be untied at the hip, which she did with a quick yank. My lips twitched into a smile as I pulled them away from the table before squirting a line of vanilla scented oil down the line of her spine before I began to spread the oil. Her skin soon took on a shiny sheen, the oil reflecting the light as I worked to spread it.
Rumi started to relax as the massage continued and I worked up and down her back, massaging the tension from her shoulders. And it was only then that I started working on her emotions, smothering the irritation while stoking the burning embers of arousal into a small flame. It was as I worked my hands up her legs that I started to really examine her feelings.
My experiments with the Soul Threads had enhanced my awareness of emotions, since I was able to distill them into base components to get a feel of what they felt like. Rumi was interesting. There was the obvious anger, frustration, and so on. However, there was an undercurrent to it that wasn't tied to me. A sense of… betrayal? No, that wasn't quite right. It was more of a sharp disappointment mixed with a quiet anger.
She felt let down by Asami -- I was almost certain of it, largely because I had planted the seed for that crack in their relationship. Rumi was going through this for Asami. And that was interesting.
Without much in the way of warning, my hands glided up her heavenly muscled thighs to her plump but firm ass. As I did so, I spiked her arousal. I didn't even need to do much -- she had been anticipating the action for thirty minutes now. Despite herself, her hips raised into my palms as I kneaded her ass, massaging deeply as I ventured close to her pussy and asshole, but never quite touching either.
Every time I did come close, Rumi started to grow tense again, so I leaned in and whispered, “Relax. How am I supposed to be satisfied enough to give you hints if you're not enjoying yourself?”
“Shut u~up,” Rumi half moaned before she caught herself. “You're stupid as shit rules. How the fuck are you supposed to be satisfied when you're standing there with your dick in your hand?” She muttered and I just smirked.
“Like this,” I answered, lifting her hips up, so she was half propped up by her knees. Rumi’s natural flexibility was on display as her upper body was still resting on the table. The action revealed her pussy to me -- the slit was thin with her clit standing free of its protective hood while a small triangle of neatly trimmed white pubes stood above it. Parting her pussy with my thumbs, I saw her slick entrance that clenched in anticipation.
Leaning in, I dragged my tongue over her slit while I rubbed her clit with a few fingers. Rumi hissed, gripping the massage table with a white-knuckled grip as I ate her out. Her nectar tasted sweet as it was, and the vanilla oil only enhanced the flavor. She gushed over my tongue as I plundered her depths, feeling her walls coil around my tongue before I withdrew.
I barely got started when I sensed Rumi’s impending orgasm. She had been throwing stones about me being backed up, but it turned out she lived in a glass house because I barely had to touch her before a moan ripped itself from her throat. I pulled back and to the side to watch as Rumi squirted hard and with such force that I’m pretty sure she hit my office wall. Her hips twitched and bucked, her breathing ragged and uneven. And, in response, my fingers slid into her still spasming pussy and I began to finger fuck her.
The second orgasm came every bit as quickly as the first, so quickly that they were basically the same orgasm. “FUCK!” Rumi yelled, cumming again as she squirted around my fingers, her arousal dripping down my wrist. “You fucking fucker! Fuck! Why do you actually have to be good at this?! Fuck you~uuu!” She howled at the top of her lungs, her breathing hitching as she came a third time in short order, this one far smaller than the first two.
She really knew just how to stroke the ego. “That,” I decided, giving her ass a light spank and I didn’t fail to notice how she twitched at the action. “Is worth me telling you that my range is less than ten blocks.”
Rumi shuddered where she laid, ass up and face down. Her pussy was a sopping mess, twitching and aching for something more than just my fingers. It was beyond tempting to give her exactly what she wanted, but this wasn't the moment for it. I'm not sure exactly when the moment would be, but I needed to water the seed before it could sprout, so to speak.
Almostly limply, Rumi let me flip her around so that she laid on her back. It was then that I got a look at her expression -- her gaze was hazy with pleasure, her lips parted while her nipples were stiff. Gooseflesh rose when I applied the same oil to her stomach, running my hands over her defined abs and then her breasts. Rumi let out a low moan as I tweaked her breasts while my fingers toyed with her pussy, mindlessly lifting up her hips to give me better access.
Honestly, I was barely having to manipulate her pleasure. Eighty percent of it was all Rumi -- she was that tightly wound up and that sensitive naturally. Out of every girl I had been with, Rumi was by far the easiest to make cum. It felt a little crass to think, but I wondered if that was because of the bunny genetics.
Again, her walls clenched down on my fingers while her breasts rose against the palm of my other hand. Minutes went by and Rumi had at least one orgasm per minute, though most of them were small. Nothing compared to the mountainous peaks that she had reached earlier.
It wasn’tuntil we were over an hour into the massage that I released my cock from its confines, letting it fall upon Rumi’s upturned face. She just about went cross-eyed looking up at it, and I could almost feel her heart lurch in her chest. I could feel her breath tickling the underside of my cock for a long second, silently considering what she should do. “Don't say a word,” Rumi warned me, pushing me back with a finger until the tip of my cock reached her lips before she grabbed my belt to yank me forward.
Rumi hadn't struck me as the type to enjoy gentle love making and I was proven right as she swallowed me to the hilt. Proving that the last blowjob had been a case of unwillingness rather than inability. Her hands went to her nipples, tweaking them while I decided to play her game. My hands cupped the sides of her head before I began to fuck her face. Rumi didn't gag, but did hum as I fucked her throat, thrusting harshly in to her.
One of her hands went down to her pussy to stroke her clit, making it easy for me to ramp up the pleasure for her. I could have held back my own, but after an hour of restraint, I was pretty wound up myself. My cock throbbed as it was buried in her throat, warning her of my impending orgasm. I spiked her pleasure as I pulled myself out, making Rumi cum hard as I unloaded -- first in her throat, then her mouth, then her face, before my cock shot ropes down her glistening body.
Almost instinctively, her hands went to the cum, smearing it into her body as she squirted what she had left in the tank. Her legs trembled like she was a newborn deer, her breathing ragged and hot on my cock. “My range is larger than two blocks,” I decided to tell her.
Rumi took a few seconds to collect herself, catching her breath. I was still rock hard, but I didn't want sex. Not now, at least.
I wanted that to be her own initiative. I wanted her to snap and fuck me. I wanted her to admit that for all the moral grandstanding, she wasn't any different from me -- she was a creature driven by her passions and her desires. I didn't even care if she flipped on Asami or not. I just wanted her to admit it, not with words but actions.
“But,” I continued, tucking my cock away, “That's all the time I have for today. I have things to do,” I said,giving her a smile as Rumi looked up at me, my words not quite getting through the pleasure she was drunk on. “We’ll pick this up another time, if you want,” I said as I headed for the door.
“You- what?!” Rumi snapped, sitting up and going to follow, only for her legs to give out from underneath her.
“I'll let you clean up,” I ignored her, leaving my office and closing the door behind me.
To her credit, I only heard her smashing shit in my office after I was on the ground floor heading out. I just chuckled, content with the progress I made. As well as what I learned.
“What's your play, Asami?” I wondered out loud, starting to feel that thrill of anticipation once more.
She was planning on doing something soon… and I couldn't wait to find out what.
…
I didn't leave Rumi before we could get to the real fun just to screw with her head. I actually did have a few things I had to do today. Which was how I found myself in familiar depths at the fringe of the city, meeting a hopeful prospect.
“You've cracked it already?” I said, looking at Singed. That was much faster than I anticipated. The man methodically prepared a display, taking out a syringe of a blood red fluid. “And you have a prototype?”
“Shimmer was the key,” Singed answered, his voice raspy and tired. I don't think he had been getting much rest since I gave him the samples. “I had a sample prepared to endure… invasive changes. The only reason it took as long as it did was to isolate and nullify the aggression caused by the FEV, as the label named it. A fascinating substance -- I didn't think to explore a viral agent as a means of delivery of a compound.”
I scratched at my cheek, watching him prepare the display. I had underestimated Singed. By a lot. It had only been a couple of months since I gave him the samples. I did expect him to make better time on it since he was the creator of Shimmer, which was the key to the project, but to improve the FEV while he was at it?
Shaun had some competition, I decided. With my own experiments, I’d learned how time consuming and tedious they could be for even a half step of improvement. So, what Singed had accomplished was seriously impressive. Impressive enough I really wanted to poach him from Silco now. I didn't think it was time for it yet, but soon…
“I find myself quite curious on where you found such… miraculous compounds,” Singe remarked, and that told me he was interested. There was a hunger in him. And I could guess why, given who was behind the false wall.
“Give me a reason to tell you,” I replied, gesturing to the display and Singed nodded. He took a mouse that was held in place before injecting it with red compound. The mouse squeaked a bit in discomfort, but fell silent as the serum took effect almost immediately.
Muscle grew as bones popped and cracked, the fur growing longer and the tail thicker. I had expected to see some discoloration, but the rats’ snow white fur didn't change hues. Neither did it's eyes. The entire process took only a minute, but by the time it was done…
“That's a whole ass rat,” I noted. The rodent had tripled in size, and all of it was muscle mass. It was unconscious because of the transformation, but I definitely wouldn't want to run into it in a dark alley now.
…Well, I would actually, but most wouldn't.
“The Compound V and FEV synergize exceptionally well,” Singe elaborated. “The Compound V enhances the body well beyond its traditional limits, while FEV fine tunes it to a natural extreme. As such, there have been some… interesting developments.” Singed couldn't quite keep the yearning out of his voice as he spoke, “Exceptional regenerative abilities. Cuts can heal in seconds, while broken bones can heal in hours. This is coupled with a near unbelievable enhancement in durability, strength, and endurance -- gunfire will simply bounce off the subject's skin.”
I nodded, and it roused his interest that I wasn't surprised by the development. I had given him a sample of Compound V that was derived from the original formula. It didn't grant any extra powers -- it just made you superhumanly strong and durable. So, enhancing that to a bleeding edge sounded nice.
“Additionally, blood samples have indicated that the subjects telomeres have ceased being damaged by cell division,” Singed continued, and that made me tilt my head sharply.
“Meaning…?”
“Indeed. The subject is effectively immortal,” Singed confirmed with a small nod of his head. I had to wonder if that was a result of the combination or the original Compound V -- Soldier Boy and Stormfront had both been pushing a hundred, yet they looked to be in their thirties. Perhaps it only made them more resistant to aging?
In either case, a slow smile tugged at my lips at the news. It was perfect. It was exactly what I had hoped for, and the immortality…
Death didn't really bother me. It never had. But, I could admit that the idea that I could die before I explored the multiverse in all of its glory had pickled a bit. Even at a conservative estimate, it was simply so vast that even if I had a hundred lifetimes, I doubt I could see all of it.
But with this serum, I had that time and more in the palms of my hand.
“Excellent. Excellent work,” I praised him before I fished two vials out of my pocket. One containing FEV, and the other was Compound V -- this one tailor made for the genetic markers in my DNA that gave me my power. “I want you to do the same thing with these samples. In exchange… You'll get a peek behind the curtain on where I got them. What you do after you get that peek is up to you.”
It was too early to recruit him, sadly. Silco wouldn't tolerate it, not when Singed was so important to him. At the very least, I couldn't poach him until after the reactor was done.
Singed took the goals as if they were the holy grail, “I shall do so quickly then. By the end of the week,” he informed me, and that was exactly what I wanted to hear.
By then, Robin would be back… huh.
“Progress Day?” I remarked, realizing that by then, we would have been in this world for a full year. Singed seemed to realize it as well because he offered a small nod. “Perfect.”
And what a Progress Day it would be.
