TayLawJorg

Ten Years after the Descent to Earth of a Radical And All-Knowing System Called Arkadia, Life has changed in ways we could only surmise given we lived in a comic book. People with superpowers, Monsters, Heroes and Villains, Hell, there were even Other races coming out of the woodwork like Elves and such. Still, it wasn’t until The Extraterrestrials Invaded that things went from bad to worse. 

Yet, as if hope truly existed, 5000 of us Earthlings were given the opportunity to Head back into the past, only we didn’t know at the time there was a cost for doing so. By sending us back, the Descent Clock began, as Arkadia was pushed 10000 years into the Future, and it was up to us Returners to get things set back on course by changing the past to mold the Future.

And I, being a boogieman of a Villian in what I dubbed the Origin Timeline, have come up with thousands of potential ways to affect my new life, like stealing popular franchises to earn some long-term funds or….hunting down notorious Serial Kills and Solving long-standing Cold cases I had been curious about since I was a teenager.


**THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION; ANY CHARACTERS OR EVENTS THAT OCCUR ARE PURELY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES**

Additional TAGS: #MultipleRegressors,#IntelligentMC

The Villain's RE:Life

There were a series of different tests I could initiate when testing a subject's willpower, for example, playing with their bodies in a sexual capacity.

As one would expect, this worked better when dealing with the opposite gender, and it wasn't like I would ever try something like that on another guy; no, I usually controlled someone else to do this part on guys, but on a woman, I had no problem taking part myself.

Gently I slid my fingers along Jennifer's moist crack, sending a shiver down her entire body as I found my way up to her clit and played with the hidden pleasure button with two fingers.

"Nngh, hah," unable to contain herself this time, Jennifer released a breathy moan as I stimulated her body, making me flick my eyes up to examine her face, which remained mainly expressionless apart from the deep blush on her cheeks.

The Author’s Fall from Grace (3) ***