Chapter 1
How things started between the Hero and the Villain
[WARNING: SPG]
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If someone had to ask me how it all started between me (the Hero) and him (the Villain)...
I'd tell them the truth: I missed him on my first try.
Why? Because instead of fighting back, he did something I never, ever...expected.
He invited me to hook up with him.
Yes...that kind of hook up in which, ehem, I'll probably have to explain later in this section of my confession.
And do you know the most stupid part in this turn of events?
I said, "Okay..."
Just like that.
I don't know if it was the fatigue from the battle or just my plain stupidity. Still, instead of stabbing my spear into his throat to finish the job, I let it fall from my grasp, and instead, my other spear, hidden inside my pants, rose up.
It was too late when I realized I was following him into a dark, hidden alley where he suddenly grabbed me and pressed his lips against mine. After that kiss, everything went blurry. I couldn't even keep track of what happened next. All I knew was that I found myself being pinned against the wall, and that my body was giving in entirely to his thing shoving violently inside me. For some reason, I was completely out of my right mind that time, like a drunk man who didn't know what he was doing, and the control over my body was completely taken from me by desire in a way I didn't expect.
"Ugh, don't be so rough!" I growled at him as he pounded my body repeatedly against the damp walls of that cramped alleyway. But he didn't listen. Instead, he continued to plow me with his wet shaft. I could feel it squirming roughly inside me like an animal starving for flesh. It hurts like hell because we didn't have any lube. He just used his precum and saliva to wet my entrance. But despite the pain, it was unexpectedly good that I ended up touching myself and rubbing my wet load using my hands.
"You're so tight..." he whispered close to my ear. I shivered not out of fear, but out of the desire for him to thrust me even harder.
Damn, so good...
I couldn't stop my moans slipping through my mouth, no matter how hard I tried to muffle them with my other hand. Luckily, the cars on the road were loud enough to at least cover up my gasps and groans. At least I don't have to worry too much about someone hearing us doing this here.
Now that I think about it, why didn't we go straight to a motel? Instead, he took me to this dark corner of the city, hidden away from the public eye and the battlefield we'd just left behind. There were rats and cockroaches here that were constantly passing by my feet, and the smell of filth, combined with the smell of feces and whatever else it was, was sticking to my nose.
But all those complaints vanished completely the moment he pulled me closer to him, thrusting his load into places my fingers can never reach, as if the head of his thing knows the location of every good spot I have inside.
"There..." I bit my hand hard after he hit my sweet spot, which made my whole body jolt. "Damn it, it feels...so good..."
That's right.
The way he holds me was overwhelming; it feels like I'm on drugs. It feels so good, I'm afraid I might get addicted.
Now that I thought about it, when was the last time I felt this good?
Oh, right. It was about three months ago, at a gay bar in Metro City, where I often hung out with friends to relax and get away from the public eye once in a while as the hero "Arondight". I had just wrapped up a mission and wanted to unwind alone. Unfortunately, I drank too much that night, and I even forgot my wallet to pay for all the booze I downed.
That's where I ran into this guy who looked like a bartender and...well...I kind of...hooked up with him? I think?
Okay, okay! I know, I was completely wasted at the time, so the details of what really happened between that stranger and me were really blur. Honestly, I don't even remember what he looked like to the point that I couldn't pick him out of a crowd if I have a chance!
But setting that aside, the setup was almost the same: he asked me if I wanted to do it with him, and I felt that same irresistible pull of desire that made me give in so easily.
And now, with this Villain.
I don't know why, but how he moves inside me feels familiar. I'm unsure if I'm just imagining it, but the energy level is the same. Even the way he kisses me near my ears, the movements and the rhythm of his hips when he grinds deep in me...
It's like that night with the stranger I had a one-night stand with.
But no. I'm certain they're very different person. Unlike that one-night stand, who was calm and gentle, this fucking Red Hilt is rougher, impatient, and somehow forceful. He's been pressing me for a while now, squeezing my chest as if that was the only part of my body that he could play with and fondle.
"My breasts already hurt, don't just focus on that, you idiot!" I angrily moaned to him as my legs trembled. My precum kept dripping onto the wet floor.
"Where do you want me to focus, then?" With that question, he took my load and then massaged it quickly, up and down. "Here?"
Oh, shit!
That question was a mistake on my part. I shouldn't have demanded that or even dared to ask a villain about it.
"D-don't...ahhh!"
Red Hilt's smile widened as he leaned closer to me and asked, "Wanna finish together?"
Without hesitation, he spun me to face him, lifted me up, and pinned me against the wall so I wouldn't slide down. Then he pushed himself into me again, thrusting hard and fast, not giving me a single chance to breathe.
"Slow down! You're too fast—ugh, ahhh!"
"Why? Can't keep up with me?" he said teasingly. His signature evil smirk started tugging at his lips. "You're a hero, aren't you? Remember, you've proven yourself strong enough to corner me that I almost lost you back in our fight?"
"I hate this man!" I said to myself. He didn't even consider that I had suffered more wounds than he, and yet he was so violent towards me.
But even so, my body was telling me the opposite.
I wanted more, I wanted more!
"Just...a little more..." he breathed, and I could feel it too. Both of us were about to reach our limit. After a few more desperate thrusts, the tension between our bodies finally snapped along with the heat surging through me as the world blurred into white.
Before I knew it, I was clinging tightly to his neck while my own release spilled messily across the fabric of his signature red coat. My body trembled like wave after wave, leaving me weak and unsteady in his arms.
Damn, I hate this! I fucking hated what just happened between us. But at the same time, I couldn't ignore the truth that our bodies fit together perfectly like a jigsaw puzzle with a dangerous compatibility that I'd never experienced before.
So, yeah.
That's how things started between me and the Villain I was supposed to defeat.
I didn't defeat Red Hilt.
Instead, he defeated me...in a way I never saw coming.
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"So, is it true that you almost caught the notorious villain Red Hilt?"
"Can you tell us your next step to defeat the current No. 2 villain?"
"How do you feel knowing that out of all the heroes who have tried to face him, you were the only one who managed to almost defeat Red Hilt in combat? What do you have to say about that?"
The media's questions to him during a short press conference were one after another. Adrian Garland, aka. "Arondight" is not used to the media's attention. But it is necessary. Part of a hero's job is to gain and maintain a certain amount of exposure to people through different media platforms. The more support a hero earned from the people, the higher their rank would rise. And with it, the chance of joining the ranks of the Defenders, those entrusted with the most significant responsibility of protecting the entire city and its people, would definitely be within that Hero's reach.
It was every low-ranking Hero's dream, including Arondight.
Which was why no one could ever know what had really happened between him and Red Hilt. Because if the truth came out, he wouldn't just lose his chance at rising and worst--he might be stripped of the title of Hero. He doesn't want to end up as nothing more than a vigilante, an unregulated hero, unrecognized by the public, and forgotten by the people he swore to protect.
Arondight gulped and straightened himself, along with his tightened grip on the microphone, and forced the confident smile the public wanted to see.
"I wouldn't call it a victory," he said evenly, and for the first time in his hero career, he truly meant it. "Well, not yet. He may have been forced to retreat, but Red Hilt remains. My job isn't done until he's captured and put behind bars. And I'll do everything I can to ensure that happens."
If it were possible for them to never meet again, Adrian would do so. But he knew it was unlikely to happen, especially now that his manager, Mr. Harley Hawking of the hero agency, "Skyline Heroics," was even more excited to assign him permanently to hunt and defeat the notorious rank no. 2 villain, Red Hilt.
"This is a great opportunity for you, Arondight!" Mr. Hawking exclaimed the moment the press conference ended. And as they walked through the agency's glass-paneled hallway, Hawking was already glued to his phone and continuously typing to modify and organize Adrian's missions so he could focus on their target, Red Hilt. "If you catch him, you will definitely rise in the hero ranking and join the ranks of the Defenders."
To the agency, this was the perfect opportunity to promote and market their Hero, Arondight—the city's rising star and golden rookie, known for his multiple elemental powers and weapon mastery. And the most effective way to do that was simple: make Adrian the official spearhead in the campaign to bring Red Hilt down.
Adrian had no objection to the idea. But it usually took years of experience and a much higher rank before a hero was assigned to a high-ranking villain. Yet here he was barely two years into his career, sitting at rank 100 on the hero list. Yet, he had already handed in such a monumental assignment to be assigned to hunt the rank no. 2 villain in the city.
It was only a matter of time before the other heroes in the agency started raising their eyebrows at him.
He had to prepare himself for that.
"I will issue an official statement to the public tomorrow that you will be the one to hunt down the notorious Red Hilt, " Hawking said firmly to Adrian, his eyes glinting with ambition. "From now on, your mission is to hunt down the notorious Red Hilt. Nothing else. Do you understand, Arondight?"
Adrian just nodded in agreement. There was nothing he could do, even if he wanted to refuse. And refusal wasn't the best option for him at this point, not without raising any suspicion why he had to deny such an opportunity. If he resisted now, the agency would start asking questions. And if the truth ever surfaced, if anyone discovered what had happened between him and Red Hilt, it would spark the greatest scandal in hero history.
But the memory of that day he had held Red Hilt in his arms still clung to him like a stain he could never wash away. Adrian wanted proof of his hero strength, so he dared to fight Red Hilt despite the vast difference in their power. Yet, instead of the pride that should have come with such an achievement, all he carried now was a secret dangerous enough to unravel everything he had fought so hard to build in his entire hero career.
As he followed Hawking through the agency's hallway, he saw posters of smiling heroes and their glowing slogans lining it. Adrian felt an unfamiliar coldness in his chest as he looked at them. Tomorrow, his face would surely be on those walls too, showing hope and justice to the people.
But if everyone knew the truth, he wouldn't just lose his place on the wall.
He'd lose the right to show his face at all.