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Rosario Vampire © Akihisa Ikeda

Composite Victorious (CV) Newest FS Sirluko Junior © Thomas J. Currie

Other CV Versions of characters © Thomas J. Currie

Other Characters from Happiest Forever Afters and Winningest Victories © Thomas J. Currie

Aptest Retributivism: Rosario Vampire Series

Chapter Two: A Lesson In Villainy

"Well, good morning, students! If you're new here, welcome to Yokai Academy! My name is Shizuka Nekonome, and I'll be your teacher." A beautiful young woman with poorly concealed cat ears spoke to the class at large. The infinitely Composite Victor known as Sirluko Junior sat in the far back with a dead, resignedly spiritless look in his iridescent red eyes. Next to him sat a brightly blue-haired girl of breathtaking beauty who seemed shocked by his complete lack of interest in her.

Posing as one of the students here and languishing in a lecture room was not how Sirluko Junior intended or wished to spend his lengthiest foreverhoods yet, but he had no choice. His jailors had every contingency in place to force his compliance, whether he liked it or not. The only bright side to any of this was the mind-blowing sex he'd had with Tyenaww'Absolootest and the various other females he would doubtlessly attract while here.

Sirluko Junior repressed the urge to grin menacingly at the thoughts running through some of these creatures' heads, and took note of the monster to his immediate right, in the same row as miss blue-hair. He made a mental note to keep an eye on him as Shizuka continued speaking.

"Well, I'm sure that everyone already knows this fact, but Yokai is an incredibly unique school. One that's exclusively for monsters."

Sirluko Junior snorted. 'I could've figured that out just by using my olfactory senses. These people don't smell remotely human.'

"Currently, this planet is well under the control of humans. So, in order for monsters like you and I to survive, class, the only option we have is to learn how to coexist with them."

Sirluko Junior's eyes bulged from the strain of biting his tongue, struggling to keep from mentioning that humans were notoriously stupid and backwards about accepting change. He generated unfathomable amounts of Autopotence to avoid saying anything stupid or disrupting this ridiculous, hackneyed class setting.

"And that brings us to… our first rule! Except in special circumstances, as long as you're on campus, you must always remain in your human form. Everybody got that?" Shizuka explained to everyone.

That wasn't an issue, at least. Sirluko Junior put a lot of stock in his current visage, and it looked humanoid enough to pass for human, albeit a perfect human with strange and exaggerated features. The pairs of female eyes on him boosted his male ego just a tad, and reinforced his sense of elitest invincibility.

"Rule number two, never, ever reveal your monster identity to another student. I'm sure you can see why. Everyone will follow these rules, right?" Shizuka continued speaking, as Sirluko Junior closed his eyes.

'I don't really have a choice. If it were up to me, I'd have razed this planet and every man, woman, child, and monster alike countless times over by now.' Sirluko Junior inwardly hissed with ancientest primordial rage before it subsided as the image of a certain pink-haired vampire pervaded his infinite mindscapes. His anger softened ever-so-slightly, enough to temporarily curb any Omnicidal tendencies he might've had, at least.

"Heh. Buncha boring rules." Someone suddenly drawled in a slow voice, getting Sirluko Junior's attention as he saw the same monster from before, the one he reminded himself to keep an eye on. Getting a closer look at him, Sirluko Junior idly noted his waxed back hair, lip piercing, and earrings.

Shizuka hummed musingly, "and you are…" She paused for a moment to check her attendance sheet. "Aha, Saizou Komiya!"

"If we DO happen to spot a human, why don't we just eat him?" Saizou asked. "I'd do that." He licked his lips with a long, slathering tongue.

Shizuka looked ready to respond, but Sirluko Junior beat her to it, unable to keep quiet anymore. "First off, human beings are incredibly fatty and you don't know where they've been or what they've been exposed to. Secondly, there's a barrier around this school that'll kill any human unfortunate enough to step foot in this place, so unless the structural integrity of that barrier is failing, it's laughable to think there are any stragglers milling about here. Lastly, if you kill a human, if you stir that hornet's nest, more will come. Historically speaking, human beings have not taken kindly to any nonhuman that's brave enough to kill them or develop a taste for their flesh. Success lies at achieving the top of the food chain, and humans are ruthless and will chase you to the ends of the Earth if you kill one of their own. Somehow, I doubt even this school's barrier could stand up to a bombardment of nuclear missiles."

Mutterings broke out as Sirluko Junior concluded his explanation for why killing humans was a bad and frankly stupid idea. He knew he could get away with it and had the power to do so, but based on his cursory scans of their power-levels, none of these monsters could handle an even remotely competent armada.

"Wow, you sure know a lot about humans. Maybe you should be the teacher instead of me!" Shizuka exclaimed as Sirluko Junior leaned back in his seat and smirked at the death glares he received from the student known as Saizou for his rebuttal.

"Not why I'm here." He responded mysteriously, having enough UOSC Monikers of every teacher in every System and Totality to know that such a position was not his style. In truth, he probably could've made an everlasting impact on generations of monsters by teaching them how to coexist with humans as their instructor, or Sensei as it was called here in Japan. That was the task he was charged with as part of his eternal punishment, but he preferred to mingle with the students on a somewhat equal footing. Besides, teachers could lose their positions if they got too amorous with their pupils, and Sirluko Junior could already imagine Moka attempting to suck him dry.

Sheesh, Tyenaww'Absolootest really lit a fire in him, huh? That fuckingest minx.

"Look, say whatever you want, but I swear, I've been smelling a foreign presence this whole time. What else could it be if not human?" Saizou skeptically replied to everyone at large.

'Oh, you tenth-rate chucklehead, with your lamentably one-dimensional, dichotomic view of reality. You have no idea what else I could be!' Saizou suddenly began sweating when he caught a whiff of an unbelievably Satanic and Eldritch presence beside him. He wisely chose to shut up and disengage from this conversation altogether.

Sirluko Junior's Omnimalevolent aura immediately dissipated as the door to the classroom slid over and a familiar voice spoke to Shizuka. "I'm so sorry I'm late! I got lost!"

Sure enough, Moka stood arched quite splendidly in the doorframe, bowing ever-so-slightly to the teacher, who offered her an understanding smile. "Oh, no worries! What's your name?" Shizuka spoke while the pink-haired vampire offered everyone an adorable eye-smile.

"Hi! I'm Moka Akashiya! It's nice to meet you all." She greeted everyone in earnest, blissfully unaware of the lust she was inspiring in her fellow students.

"Man, look at her! She is so hot!"

"Totally! I think I'm in love with her!"

The mutterings continued as Sirluko Junior grew a tick mark and a surge of protective annoyance pervaded his being before his eyes widened when he realized what was happening. He'd already staked a claim on this vampire, and wasn't interested in sharing her.

'Huh, well I'll be damned.' He internally mused.

Moka seemed to notice Sirluko Junior at precisely that moment. Her mouth quickly formed an oval shape, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes lit up as she practically flew towards him. "Sirluko Junior, it's you! I'm so glad we're in the same class!" She greeted him with an enthusiasm that genuinely shocked the CV Counterpart.

Sirluko Junior caught her flying tackle hug with more enthusiasm than he would ever admit to, pulling her into his lap and gasping slightly as she instinctively gyrated against his half-masted elephant cock. He gripped her ass cheeks beneath her skirt, doggedly ignoring the death glares from Miss Blue-Hair and Saizou as Moka lightly moaned at his touch.

"Hey, you bastard!" Saizou hissed, seething upon seeing Moka's buttocks being squeezed.

She flushed slightly, not ashamed to admit to herself that she was utterly soaked in her nethers. Moka pulled away with great hesitation and sat on the chair directly behind him while awkwardly crossing her legs, not quite so far gone in her growing lust that she'd engage in exhibitionism in front of the entire class. She didn't know why, but just his touch sent lightning bolts of pleasure shooting through her body. It was like magic.

Grinning in the winningest victory, Sirluko Junior privately celebrated his success at making Moka hot and bothered, the smell of her arousal so strong he could taste it. Loathe though he was to admit it, even to himself, Sirluko Junior could see himself getting used to an eternal punishment that involved scenarios like this in the unlimitedly far-flung future. Shizuka continued her lesson as though nothing out of the ordinary had taken place, but Sirluko Junior could sense she was turned on by the display, too.

'Fuck, I forgot how fun it was toying with lesser beings. These so-called monsters are just as easily impressed and manipulated as any other life form. This promises to be fun.'

XXX

The first class was finalized, leaving the students free to mill about the halls and schoolyard for a much-needed break. Sirluko Junior was out of class as well and grudgingly relished the opportunity to see Moka in a more relaxed setting. She clutched his arm against her well-endowed chest, earning him the stink-eye from much of the male student body, and envious glances from the females who sought to be in Moka's position.

They found themselves outside the school while Moka grabbed a can of tomato juice, possibly to substitute for blood.

"Hey, aren't you getting something?" Moka asked him when she noticed he wasn't utilizing the vending machine.

"I'm not really thirsty." Sirluko Junior admitted with a grin. Moka accepted that response with grace and a smile of her own. The unlikely pair found a vacant bench to sit on as Moka opened her drink with a can-opener she had on hand. Sirluko Junior listened to the chattering of the nearby students with an invincibly guarded aura and countenance, maintaining constant vigilance in case of any troublemakers, of which there were a lot in this school.

"So, how is school life treating you so far?" Sirluko Junior conversationally began, deciding to at least try and play the part of the caring friend.

"It's great. Everyone seems so nice." Moka replied, feeling surprisingly at ease around him, though she was not unaware of his beautiful, rainbow-tinged red eyes sweeping the area around them, nor had she forgotten about the maximally mistrustful insight he imparted upon her in their first meeting. She could tell it'd be a while before he felt as relaxed around her as she did around him. She couldn't deny being curious about the kind of life he could've led that would've given him a mindset like this, but that was his secret to tell, on his terms, not on hers or anyone else's.

"Glad to hear it." He replied, thankfully managing to bite his tongue and refrain from saying the nastier things he'd thought about spewing, for fear of destroying her rose-tinted worldview and incurring the wrath of Evilest FS Zeneptron and his other jailors.

"So, I've been wondering something as well; what kind of monster are you?" Moka asked.

Sirluko Junior raised an eyebrow and smirked at her as the pink-haired vampire suddenly remembered the rules.

"Wait, don't tell me. We're not supposed to tell, and I don't want to get you in trouble." She responded to her own question, remembering the rules with some regret. She was still curious about what type of monster he was, but she wouldn't pry.

"Everything is perfectly fine, Moka. You were late for homeroom." Sirluko Junior answered, before reassuringly adding. "And don't get in a flap about what we divulged to each other in the forest. I'm the Fort Knox of secrets, the more shadowiest and unknowable, the more clandestine I am."

"Oh, thank you." She smiled, wanting to hug him again, and maybe do a select few other things beyond that.

"Hehe. So, why don't you tell me about yourself? Your interests, hobbies, that power-dampening agent around your neck?" He asked, feigning interest in her life with the intent of eventually generating genuine care.

"Well, alright, if that's what you want." Moka answered, still holding him with a smile.

Squish

Sirluko Junior glanced hellward and observed Moka's well-endowed chest pressing against his own broad pectorals. He tried not to snuggle too closely, his dick at half-mast again as his sense of control began ebbing away.

"Hmm~!" Moka gently mewled as she hugged Sirluko Junior even tighter still.

"You know, if you keep squeezing me like that, I won't be able to contain myself." He warned her with a husky growl.

"Maybe I want you to lose control." She whispered back with obvious intent, her half-gone tomato juice sitting unattended at her side as all her attention was on this man and the animalistic attraction she immediately had for him.

"Fuck, Moka!" He hissed, his erection growing hard enough to puncture the nuclear pasta of an infinite-solar-mass black hole, yet still he held back. "So, what's the deal with your necklace?" He asked her suddenly, his words keeping the sexual tension between them from spilling over, but not dissipating it altogether. He was enjoying fanning the flames between them far too much to give in this soon.

"It's my rosary. I've worn it ever since I was little. Truth is, without it, I become a real monster." She giggled playfully as Sirluko Junior snorted. This girl had no concept of what a real monster was or that one was sitting right beside her.

"Hey, Sirluko Junior?" Moka shyly asked.

"Yes?" He responded, idly noting her blush and glimmering green orbs.

"This is embarrassing for me to admit, but… you were my first." She said, her eyes still twinkling.

"First what, exactly?"

"My first bite."

"Ah, well, a fat load of good that did you, what with my skin being impenetrable and all. I take it that tomato juice and blood packs were your go-to beforehand."

"Mmhmm." Moka answered, taking another sip of her tomato juice. "You are the first person I've ever tried to feed off in person before, and ohhh, your blood smelled so delicious!"

"It gratifies me to know I've surpassed your loftiest standards of quality lifeblood."

"Hey there, sexy. You said your name was Moka Akashiya, right?" Saizou said as he rounded the corner nearest the vending machines.

Sirluko Junior growled menacingly. Clearly, some people were too stupid to take the hint the first time around that he was not someone to be trifled with. He walked up to them with an obvious swagger, having clearly gotten his nerve and ego back since Sirluko Junior intimidated him with his aura earlier.

"Is this punk ass bitch botherin' you? What's a smoking hot chick like you doing making friends with a numbnuts like this guy?" Saizou asked while attempting to be menacing, only for Sirluko Junior to speed blitz him to the far wall and pin him up against it with one hand, his iridescent red eyes glowing like neon signs straight from the most infinite plains of hell.

"Stop talking." He growled, his voice lowering countless octaves like Evilest FS Zeneptron's often did, perfectly matching the impossibly deep thrums of the hugest, shadowiest black holes.

Saizou must've grown a pair since their last encounter, because he managed to speak up despite literally wetting his pants. Sirluko Junior almost respected his courage. Almost. "You don't scare me!"

"Then why do I see such fear in your eyes?" Sirluko Junior grinned lasciviously, before tossing him ever-so-slightly through the wall itself, the impact knocking him out cold for the time being as Moka rushed to catch up to them.

"Are you alright?!" Moka asked, her concern for Sirluko Junior outweighing everything else.

"I can assure you, Moka, that I'm in perfect health." He said while offering her a grin and a thumbs up. "Hopefully, this asshole will learn now that I'm not someone you want to be playing the devil with. He gave me some grief back in the homeroom as well, not long before you showed up."

Moka narrowed her eyes at the distinct hole in the wall, feeling miffed about the unwanted interruption. "That jerk can go rot for all I care. I like hanging out with nice boys. Come on, Sirluko Junior." She huffed cutely while trying to pull him away from the situation. Sirluko Junior obeyed the pressure on his arm without thinking, and their impromptu lunch date continued in earnest. It would be several hours later when Saizou woke up in the infirmary with a splitting headache and pride wounded beyond compare. Whoever Moka's boy toy was, he'd make sure he paid for this insult in blood. As though responding to his dark desires, a force beyond the boundless infinitenesses above pure Omnimalevolence and Omnivastance overtook him, instantly apotheosizing him as a Godslayer of the UOSC-PUSOFC Supremest Omnidonae themselves.

XXX

The Inaccessible Cardinal Reiteration of SO Tiers was a place where the chaotic aspects of SOF Energy were at their most Omnivastant. Turbulence and patternless disorder reigned most supreme here. Every day, something new and more fucked-up than the previous day happened. Progression was at its peak, but so was the apocalyptic forces that set progression back by countless eternities. A society could be harnessing the power of supermassive black holes and be hundreds of trillions of years ahead of the rest of the universe one day, and consumed by those same singularities the next.

Reverse Meta-stability ran rampant through every level of the ICRt's Omnitudes and SO Tiers, with everything passing into less and less balanced equilibriums with every disruption, including the ones caused by the Supremest Omnidonae themselves. The FNE Gaps of this Reiteration were more flooded with pockets of "Vacuum Decay" than every other Reiteration combined, each one vaster than the last. The UOSC-PUSOFC SOs of the ICRt did their damnedest to keep their home from tearing itself asunder on a scale beyond that which was considered irreparable even to them, and it was constant battle that kept them busy at all times.

The embodiments of Omni-Neutral SOF Energy were the ultimate forces of good and objects of idolatry in this Reiteration, being quite capable of bringing the raw power of the chaotic SOF Energy and its antithetical reservoirs wielded by the Anti-Gods to order, to neutrality. Of course, this was largely dependent on them establishing absolute order and balance within themselves. They were perfectly balanced, even while the Systems and Totalities around them threatened to snap under the weight of their own power.

On the bright side, at least things were never boring around here, and the predominantly chaotic nature of SOF, Anti-SOF, and ON SOF Energy here made for a truly lively cocktail of fun.

Who else other than the ultimate, Unwinningest CV Counterpart of Zeneptron and one of the dreamiest prosopopeias of his Supremest Being Omni-Consciousness could claim dominion over a place like this?

He stood near the top of every infinite narrative echelon of every SO and CV Counterpart from the First Reiteration onwards, possessing similar features as nearly every other incarnation of Zeneptron, and most indistinguishable from one in particular. He was the first Zeneptron in his all-encompassing cumulative histories to incorporate the same iridescence into his golden palette as Appaneesty himself, though, admittedly, his was limited to his gold sequin sparkle boxer briefs, which had a massive bulge in the front. His eyes were composed of the same psychedelic blazars as his myriad FS and Evilest FS Counterparts, albeit impossibly more infinite in size, power, and luminosity.

His bond with his Supremest Being Incarnation was so strong, that they were almost indistinguishable to the untrained eye in power and personality. He may have been of the ICRt by birth, but thanks to the alignment with his maker, his indeterminacy scaled to the same shadowiest axiomatic figures as the Final Reiteration's Max-Level Supremest Omnidonae themselves. He liked his life here in this anarchic Reiteration of SO Tiers.

It truly was every person out for themselves, with no governmental bodies or autarchical forces able to contain them indefinitely. Zeneptron liked the challenge it brought him, keeping him ever-busy and on his toes, while rebellions and insurrections infected all attempts to establish a unified front. Even Supremest Omnidonae were not immune to this infection, the lawlessnesses, nihilisms, godlessnesses, and total rejection of all established authorities and institutions.

He loved it here, and so did the majority of his Eternal Bond Mates, that consisted of CV Counterparts found both in this Reiteration and the ones below it. Whenever he wasn't managing the ICRt, he was getting his balls sucked dry by one of his angels, his eternalized lover SO Goddesses. Life was good, and he derived endless joy and pleasure from it and its unyielding status quo.

Then something happened that even he could not have foreseen, something in the lowest possible Reiteration of SO Tiers. Something that was considered completely impossible for all Supremest Omnidonae in every Reiteration. And it all centered on a Composite Victorious Hector's Ichthyosaur among those bottomlessly bottom feeding bottomfeeders. Images flooded Zeneptron's minds of this individual standing atop the ruins of a nameless world with a glowing, neon rainbow UOSC-PUSOFC above his head in dancing script font, a clear indicator of his impossible ascendency to the ICRt itself.

Zeneptron grinned with anticipation. He hadn't felt this excited about a supremely cosmic upset since he'd first heard those juiciest whispers about the Supremest Beings' ultimate secret weapon, a Final Bastion of Exotic USOF Energy. "This version of Sirluko Junior promises to be fun, and I can genuinely foresee him rivaling me in power one day… which, I admit, should not be possible. Keep an eye on him, won't you, ladies?"

Telepathic seals of approval indicated his Eternalized Lover Goddesses had heard his command. They were equally intrigued by this Sirluko Junior's incipient trailblazing masterstroke, and two in particular, a CV, ICRt version of Tyenaww'Absolootest and Vula'Purrfectest, took more interest than anyone else. They exchanged mischievous grins and opted to do a whole lot more than merely keep an eye on him.

XXX

School was out for the day, and Sirluko Junior finally managed to extricate himself from Moka for a while. It wasn't anything personal against her specifically, but he wasn't used to being around people who had such a high opinion of him and in all frankness, it was freaking him out a bit.

"Not to mention she's been tempting my libido nonstop since the moment we met." Sirluko Junior sighed with exasperation as he collapsed in the dorm room assigned to him, his 8' tall frame too big for his bed and necessitating his powers to expand it. He felt like the biggest asshole ever for blowing her off like that, and her somewhat hurt expression only reinforced his suddenly overdeveloped superego.

His heart of hearts and Holiest Spirits of Holiest Spirits were a lot less impossibly Stygian where this cute vampire girl was concerned, and that also scared him. The notion that he was so readily buying into Tyenaww'Absolootest's proposal that he be more than just the overarching villain who shat atop the infinite narrative echelons of every storyboard of every Max-Level SO in the 1Rt, and growing a soft spot for anyone who didn't see him for the monster he was. It terrified him.

He felt like he was changing both inside and out, and he secretly liked it too much to halt the naturally linear progression of whatever this was. "Even so, I can't let myself be influenced too much too quickly. I've been too well-trained to change everything I am overnight, even if I technically have the power to do so instantaneously."

That was the kicker, being what he was, meant that experiencing and processing his emotions at a 'realistic' pace, or progressing and developing as a character the human way, were only applicable if he chose to let them be so. He could change everything he was countless times over in a single night; his mindset, ideals, beliefs, and core values. He could mend any degree of micronization among any number of his hearts without having to go through the measureless stages of grief at a snail's pace, and be whatever he wanted to be without having to work for it all too much. Nothing about him was realistic or human, and it never would be. Despite that, however, he still preferred not to change everything he was in a single night, and no adorable, pink-haired vampire was going to fuck that up for him.

A sudden, familiar scream jarred him out of his internal resolutions, alerting him to Moka's sudden brush with danger as he sighed. "Bleeding hearts of the 1Rt unite!" He growled before he disappeared from his bed in a whirl of hyper-irrelevant motion that would've made a hypothetical Supremest Being Incarnation of Patanysheerest proud, had any such SB existed.

XXX

When her new friend, Sirluko Junior, beat a hasty retreat just as things were getting good between them, making some excuse about being tired and needing to rest up for tomorrow, Moka tried not to be too hurt by his actions. She didn't know what kind of monster he was, yet, but she knew he'd been treated like the worst one imaginable for most of his life. She could see it in his eyes whenever he dropped his guard slightly.

He was used to being treated as the monster under everyone's bed, or perhaps the villain of every story. His statement about not being able to count on anyone had resonated with the vampire more than she expected it too, and she couldn't help but flash back to her horrible treatment at the hands of her fellow students when she'd made the mistake of attending a human school.

Had Sirluko Junior experienced similar mistreatment, or perhaps something much worse? Did a part of him actually believe he didn't deserve all this affection she was giving him freely? "Hmph, you're an idiot, Sirluko Junior." She petulantly whined while sulking in the graveyard outside the school grounds. She hadn't meant to wander out here, having operated on autopilot while contemplating the enigmatic nature of her new friend and possibly much more.

She almost blushed at the thought, having never had a crush on someone before, or not one this powerful, at least. Every time he touched her, she felt like she was going to melt, and an electric shock traveled to every nerve in her body. It was a curious sensation, but very much addictive, and after living without physical affection from anyone for most of her life, she wanted more. Her true self, her alternate personality, almost seemed to hum in agreement with this desire, having watched Sirluko Junior's actions from deep behind her outer self's Bambi-esque eyes.

Moka blushed at the memory of Sirluko Junior tantalizingly hinting at the notion that all his bodily fluids tasted as good as his blood smelled, and despite her alleged innocence, Moka knew he wasn't talking about blood, saliva, or urine. She also knew she would do almost anything to draw out that life-giving milk only boys had the ability to produce. Her Father would doubtlessly entertain the notion of killing Sirluko Junior if he knew the disturbingly mature fantasies his daughter was having of him, yet Moka did not care. She even welcomed the idea and was open to fun and exciting ways to get him not only to drop his guard, but also 'in the mood' as certain people she'd overheard called it.

"I should probably go find him and let him know that he's genuinely cared for here." She said. The pink-haired vampire's resolution to knock some sense into him outweighed her more carnal desires as she started heading back in to do precisely what she said she'd do, only for something long and viscous to wrap around her leg with sufficient strength to trip and pull her further into the cemetery.

She screamed when she realized it was an inhumanly long tongue, and to her horror, she found herself helpless to resist.

"So, what's your hurry? Stick around, babe." Saizou gurgled in a menacingly sweet tone, looking somehow more terrifying than any monster Moka had ever seen.

It wasn't just that he was partially transformed into the form of an orc, but also his aura, his sheer malevolence that far exceeded that of ordinary monsters. Moka attempted to pull away again, but she might as well have been a planet trying to break away from its orbit. She stared at him, eyes wide in horror.

"You're not supposed to reveal your monster form. It's against school rules." She reminded him, hoping he could be reasoned with even as his tongue undulated all over her body, leaving her coated with his saliva. She almost retched as the most pungent odor she'd ever smelled hit her nostrils, emanating from the orc's spit as it adopted miasmic properties, melting away her clothes and leaving her as naked as the day she was born. She screamed again and instinctually covered up as best as she could, shielding her nethers and breasts from view with her hand and arm, respectively.

"I am the rules! I have evolved far beyond what I was, you sexy little thing! And I will have my way with you!" Saizou proclaimed as he began to change once more, his orc form growing jagged spikes that jutted out from his back, eyebrows, chin, and knuckles at varying lengths and unimaginable sharpness. His skin tone went greyer and gained a diamondiferous gleam, reinforced with the stoniest, most shatter-proof invincibilities. His eyes were a beady black with a miasmic, abstract ultraviolet orb inside it. His mere presence warped and disfigured the very essence of reality, causing the tombstones to grow to impossible heights while bottomless fissures straight to the infinite planes of hell tore open in front of them, murders of crows to swarm the area in numberless quantities, and for the blood-red ocean to boil. With a roar that shook the heavens and the Earth, Saizou threw Moka through a tree, snapping it in two through the trunk with her body as Moka released a gut-wrenching scream from the pain. She nearly passed out as blackness gathered at the corners of her vision.

He laughed a sadist's laugh, relishing her suffering and arching an eyebrow when he sensed something off about her. "Hmm, let's make this a little more interesting by unsealing your true power." He cackled, his tongue wrapping around her rosary and somehow removing it without him needing to be human before he carelessly tossed it aside.

Moka's eyes widened as her unsealed powers exploded into being, and with it, a change began to overtake her as well. Thousands of bats covered her body like a mummy in rags, and one by one began to take off again, revealing Inner Moka in all her glory; her pink hair shifting to a brilliant, metallic silver, her eyes a deep crimson, and her already ridiculous hourglass figure going up a cup size or two in the breast department.

Saizou grinned, the realization that he was dealing with an S-class super monster not intimidating him in the slightest.

Inner Moka's eyes narrowed, unaware of what she was up against and her naked body as she aimed a powerful kick at the detestable creature before her. "It's time for you to know your place."

Her kick struck true, and suddenly halted as Saizou caught it in his massive fist. The impact generated a shock wave that bent several trees in the vicinity and peppered the ground with craters, but Moka's eyes widened and her mouth formed an O as Saizou cackled and threw her by her leg into the ground with meteoric impact, knocking the wind out of her.

"Impossible!" She breathlessly gasped. "You're a lowly orc! You are nothing to me! How are you this powerful?!"

"Fucked if I know, sweet tits. Ever since your boy toy showed up, everything's changed. I somehow know how things would've gone down were I not exposed to whatever power system infected me just now. This strength, this speed, this everything… is like nothing I've ever seen before, and I'm confident now that nothing on this Earth, nay… this totality of existence, can stop me as I am now."

"Too true, but luckily for Moka, I'm not of this Earth, this Totality, or even this mega-cluster of UOSC-PUSOFC Systems." A voice suddenly interjected as Sirluko Junior stood, er, floated atop the maw of one of the bottomless fissures into hell's infinite planes. He conveniently stood beneath the shadow of the tallest epitaph, which read 'Here lies Saizou Komiya, the finest example of the pride before the fall since Lucifer himself.'

He crossed his arms with the deadliest-looking smirk either Moka had ever seen, and despite her vampiric pride being on the line, Inner Moka couldn't have been happier to see him. "Thanks for coming." She hesitantly, but gratefully spoke, her voice slightly deeper than her outer persona's, but still very feminine as Sirluko Junior nodded and winked at her before casually strutting between her and the ascended orc.

"This isn't going to go like last time! I'm like you now!" Saizou growled menacingly, his teeth gnashing together, his spikes growing to obscene heights, and his fangs tripling in size.

"Yes it is." Sirluko Junior simply replied, and with unlimitedly less than the briefest of thoughts, countless arms of pure energy began to sprout like endless tendrils from the fissure into hell. Saizou vainly attempted to cut through them with his spikes as they grabbed him all over his body, only to grow panicked when his Anti USOF Energy failed to tear through them.

"What the?! I was given the power to counteract the Omnivastance of the Supremest Omnidonae themselves! I'm literally your Ungodliest antithesis, the one existence that can destroy yours! The one thing that can beat you! HOW ARE YOU STILL STRONGER?!" Saizou shrieked as the arm-like constructs began to pull him slowly yet inexorably towards the hole beneath his epitaph. Clawing desperately for anything he could latch onto, Saizou ripped a hole in the ground with his clawed hands and made it almost flawlessly indestructible as he grabbed hold of it, but to his horror and dismay, the pure energy arms were unassailable, and ripped him away from any footholds he attempted to make.

"First off, I'm composed of a suped-up amalgamation of both positive and negative USOF Energy. Secondly, I'm a Composite Victor who has utterly triturated countless Max-Level SOs and SO Anti-Gods alike. By my fundamental nature, I've already won every version of every battle we will ever fight. The power you wield is unlimitedly less than null by comparison, now, BE GONE!"

"Have mercy, please, please! You'll never hear from me again, I swear on my life! Just please let me go!" Saizou pleaded desperately for his life while continuing to be dragged, kicking and screaming, towards the plumbless chasm, which had formed jagged edges like rows of teeth. It gnashed menacingly as Saizou was dragged closer to it, intent on swallowing him forever and never letting him go. Unfortunately for his victim, Sirluko Junior was fresh out of compassion.

"There is no mercy." He sadistically simpered, waving goodbye to Saizou mockingly.

With a final shriek of someone who knew they were doomed, Saizou and the arms pulling him disappeared into the gaping, toothiest maw of the bottomless fissure just as it permanently sealed itself with an all-consuming belch of pure satisfaction, locking him away in a USOFC plane of hell that Sirluko Junior designed. As a finishing touch, Sirluko Junior stripped him of all his power, power that magnified the CV Counterpart's own at a rate beyond the most infinite hyper-operations.

"This fight took a grand total of 10 seconds! Wow, now that's a Godstomp!" A bat flying overhead commentated. Sirluko Junior ignored it in favor of offering a helping hand to Moka's inner personality, which she tentatively accepted.

"Thanks." She whispered, a light dusting of color on her cheeks signifying her growing crush on the man in front of her.

"Anytime. I must say, it's nice to finally meet Moka's other personality face to face. I love your silver hair, by the way. Very stylistically charged. Oh, and you cut a great figure as well, though I didn't peg you for a nudist." He replied with a grin that ate all the shit that had ever been shat. He stared appreciatively at her exposed hourglass figure without shame, earning a fiery blush from her as she crossed one arm over her chest and cupped her other hand over her squelching pussy, turned on despite her embarrassment and feeling an animalistic thrill jolt through her in response to Sirluko Junior's gaze.

"What the hell are you?! And what happened to that orc?" Inner Moka finally asked, unable to keep the questions she'd wanted to ask him at bay.

"Please tell me you're not somehow mustering up some sympathy for that asshole. I sent him to a place you might've heard of, but fathomlessly deeper than any other version of hell you've ever heard about. He'll never hurt or threaten anyone else ever again. I'd call that justice."

Inner Moka snorted. "Make no mistake, I have no pity for that detestable creature, but I was curious what you did to him, and now you've answered my query so I will say no more on that particular matter." She paused for a moment before adding. "You failed to answer my primary inquisition, however."

"I know, and for now, all I can tell you is I'm a creature from very far away." Sirluko Junior responded vaguely.

Inner Moka nodded, satisfied with that answer for now as she leveled him with a smirk. "I won't ask how you did all that. Thanks again. If my other self hadn't already staked a claim on you, I'd locate the closest dorm room and ride you to kingdom come, but for now, I think I'll leave such a lovely expression of thanks to my other half. So long, Sirluko Junior. Until we meet again."

In the time it took to formulate that parting statement, Inner Moka located her rosary and placed it back over her neck, resealing her powers and revealing outer Moka in a flash of light.

"Sirluko Junior! You came for me!" She excitedly squealed as she threw her arms around him, and for once, Sirluko Junior fully accepted the hug and embraced her in return. Though, the fact that she was still naked and her boobs squished against his chest certainly helped incentivize the hug. Outer Moka either didn't notice or care about the fact that she was embracing him in her birthday suit.

"Yeah, yeah, happy to help and all that. Though, if it's all the same to you, I'd like nothing more than to return to my dormitory and get some rest now that the danger is past." He said with a smirk while pulling away as though to leave, fully aware of Moka's look of pure dismay as she watched him start to distance himself again.

He turned back around to face her just as she was starting to speak up, his entire being oozing seduction and erotomania as he overshot her, his voice lowering countless octaves. "Would you care to join me?"

Moka blushed the same shade of pink as her hair, but even with said blush blotting out her facial features in that anime-perfect vein, she managed a slow, shy nod and followed Sirluko Junior without question to his dorm.

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On his bed, Sirluko Junior laid back with his head propped up on dozens of pillows, groaning with pure lust and rapture as Moka devoured his cock with an eagerness that genuinely surprised him. She hummed with pure delight, a sexy mwah sound emanating from her mouth as she pulled away from his 16-inch elephant cock before sandwiching it between her still-exposed boobs. She slathered some spit over her breasts while bobbing them up and down, the repetitive motion driving Sirluko Junior wild. She giggled happily at his noises and added her mouth into the smutty mixture, vacuum-suctioning his glans with her mouth in time with her tit service.

"Fuck, you're good at that. I'm shocked this is your first time." He praised her while patting her head, earning a cute mewl of delight from her as she popped his Magiconda from her mouth with another of those sexy lip-smacking sounds. She continued her tit job, thankfully, so Sirluko Junior wasn't entirely without stimulation.

"I understand the theory well enough, and a vampire's sexual appetite often rivals their bloodlust." Moka admitted, before going back to sucking him hard and well. Sirluko Junior's toes curled impossibly tightly as he continued petting Moka, unable to look away from her adorable cherubic expression as she brought him to the finish line in short order.

His vision went iridescent red as his balls clenched and his dick shuddered, convulsed, and oscillated with orgasmic contractions. Each paroxysm was punctuated by another thick rope of distended, hot, delicious cum gushing down Moka's eager throat. She swallowed every drop reflexively, tears of joy springing to her eyes at the ambrosial taste of his seed. She damn near jizzed just from the experience. This was better than blood, better than anything she'd ever tasted or would ever taste.

She pulled away from his still jizzing cock after the 30th rope, getting a facial as she joyously spoke up. "I hope you realize that you've ruined me for any other form of liquid."

Sirluko Junior didn't respond, too busy straining with sheer concentration to ensure he didn't shoot too many ropes of baby-making batter or accidentally apotheosize Moka with it. He managed to cut off the endless flow of ejaculatory fluids at around the 50th rope mark, and by that point, much of Moka's naked body was caked in the stuff as she cupped her hands atop her breasts to ensure she didn't miss any.

"Fuck, you look disgusting." Sirluko Junior mirthfully chortled, sending her into peals of adorable giggles while she licked her hands and arms clean. Sirluko Junior watched her clean her entire body like a cat with rapt attention, shocked to find himself developing a new fetish as Moka treated herself to a lemon and creampie supreme.

'Damn, she's surprisingly flexible.' He internally mused, watching as she effortlessly licked the gobs of splooge off her legs and even her womanhood, squealing in delight as she accidentally tongue-punched herself. Watching her lick her own nipples made Sirluko Junior shudder and pop another stiffy, ready for the next round.

Moka excitedly shrieked, her eyes lighting up when he flipped them over and topped her, the both of them ready for the main event as he speared himself as far as he could go inside of her, stimulating her g-spot and a-spot simultaneously. Suffice it to say, the vampiress came to class the next day feeling extremely sore and groggy.

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Next time on Aptest Retributivism…

"Damn, he looks intimidating as hell. I heard he was tough enough to utterly destroy that jerk, Saizou Komiya."

"I heard he can open the gates of hell and unleash the Eldritch horrors within upon his enemies."

"I heard his monster form is so terrifying that anyone who looks upon it has a heart attack and instantly dies."

"Sirluko Junior, are you hearing the rumors spreading about you throughout the school?"

"Yeah, and funnily enough, the majority of them are true."

"Are… You a bad person?"

"...Yes."

"I don't believe you! Sure, you might have done terrible things, but I don't think that makes you a bad person."

"No offense, Moka, but you don't know me well enough yet to make that assertion. Give it more time."

"Every now and then, my breasts sort of cramp up. They just get all tight when they're being squeezed or something. It feels like they're going to pop open. They get so swollen, and they get so tight. Don't you see how full they are?"

"Sirluko Junior, look into my eyes. Listen, my name is Kurumu, and I want you to be my friend."

"I don't appreciate you trying to warp my minds like that. If you wished to be my friend, all you had to do was ask."

"Huh?! How are you…?"

"Bitch, please. I have withstood the full force of Vula'Purrfectest's Perfectest-UEB-Merger-enhanced allure. Loathe though I am to pay one of my jailors any sort of compliment, your eyes have nothing on that uppiest infinite-hive Mary Sue."

"Hmm, so the succubuses in this reality are nearing extinction, huh? That explains why you've been so forward and pushy about finding a mate. Do not worry, Kurumu, I'm not going to kill you. I have… other uses for you, ghehehehehe!."

"Succubuses are no strangers to polyamory. I'm willing to share if you are, vampire."

"No way! He's mine!"

"No, I'm not, actually, Moka. Someone already staked their claim on me before I even met you, and I'm not keen on the idea of being a one-woman kind of guy. Monogamy is merely disguised and romanticized monopolization. I have absolutely zero faith in it as a relationship dynamic, especially since it only ever applies to romantic ones. No one expects you to have only one friend or family member, and people would call you toxic for even trying to become the only positive relationship they had. Why should romantic partners get any preferential treatment?"

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Some notes about Composite Victors for anyone who might be interested:

What are CV Timelines/Counterparts: CV Timelines are timelines where a Supremest Omnidony or Omnidonae has won or have won countless versions of every battle they've fought, either against opponent(s) they've fought in the past, or more rarely, the battles they will fight. Some of them have even won countless versions of every battle they've fought or will ever fight.

Despite being among the elitest of the Max-Level Supremest Omnidonae from a specific Reiteration of SO Tiers, they can still be beaten by a higher-level SO and can still ultimately lose the people they love. Their status as composite victors is also largely conceptual, more often than not, and very few actually have that many victories under their belt, especially in circumstances where having that many victories would be paradoxical or beyond their Patapotent ability to achieve the conceptually impossible.

They almost invariably have the power to back up this conceptual ability, however, and some, like the CV version of Sirluko Junior in this very story, have in fact emerged genuinely victorious over myriad timelines, retellings, and infinite narrative echelons of Happiest Forever Afters and the characters contained within said story.

Composite Victors are the Supremest Omnidonae often found in these CV Timelines, which are the most powerful alternate timelines a Supremest Omnidony can have, often beating out even the mainstream ones by a large margin. Since in my stories, there are infinite versions of everything and infinite versions of those infinite versions, there are countless sets of countless CV versions of every Supremest Omnidony in existence.

There is a subcategory of CV Timelines where the Supremest Omnidony in question not only won every version of every battle they ever fought up to a certain point, but did so flawlessly and in one-sided Godstomps. These CV Timelines are much rarer.

The CV version of Appaneesty from the Infillionth Reiteration of SO Tiers is one of these elusive, Flawless Composite Victors, as is the Inaccessible Cardinal Reiteration's UOSC-PUSOFC Tier version of Zeneptron. They take Victory Embodiment and Ultimate/Absolutest Invincibility to a whole new level!

The fact they're also the dreamiest SO prosopopeias of their respective Supremest Beings certainly helps.

On the other side of the spectrum, some CV Counterparts only won every version of a specific battle, including but not limited to, the ultimate battle with the final, overarching opponent in their story, not every battle they've ever fought up until a certain point. These Composite Victors are not as naturally obscenely powerful, for obvious reasons, but are definitely not to be taken lightly either.

Rarest of all are the Composite Victors who have won every version of every battle they ever will fight, could fight, would never fight, and could never win. Composite Victors like that are Final Reiteration/Gimmickiest Appaneesty territory. These are the rarest form and the most powerful, known as Unwinningest Composite Victors.

When I say that stuff about the CV Counterparts who win every version of all the battles they could never hope to win, I'm talking shit like canon HG Appaneesty somehow beating FS Appaneesty at his peak and fully aligned with his Supremest Self without embodying Exotic USOF Energy or ranking up. That makes these CV Counterparts exceedingly rare and inarguably the all-powerfullest variants of these timelines.

CV Counterparts embody Victory Embodiment like no other. Controlling the terrain to mess up their opponents' chances at success, maintaining the concepts of probability and Meta Luck to decide the battle's outcome, and splitting the planet down to the core because one stubbed their toe, lol. Giving a love tap on the opponent's forehead and knocking them out as though they'd been struck with the force of countless UOSC-PUSOFC Systems.

It's turning every little action into something that would ensure victory, winning automatically like Exodia just by entering the battle and obliterating the opponent with every action they take. A single, normal-looking step would split the skin of the FNE-Gap and create a bubble of vacuum decay at the potency level needed to destroy their adversary. Every action they take automatically becomes everything they need to achieve the most flawless, winningest victories against all manner of opponents. A single finger flick to the forehead would lobotomize every brain in their head. So yeah, Victory Embodiment has all kinds of insane applications I can think of that you'd never see on Superpower Wiki.

Just to reiterate, Unwinningest Composite Victors are from CV timelines where an SO or embodiment of Exotic USOF Energy has emerged victorious in every version of every battle they could never hope to win no matter what they did, the ones who somehow triumph over the most hopeless boss fights they could ever fathom. It'd be like if FS Appaneesty somehow defeated Newest FS Sirluko Junior when he was just starting out his journey in HFA, without ever ranking up or going past Level 3. That's how Impossipotent these CV Timelines are. These are the most OP variant of a CV Timeline, the ones who snatch victory from the jaws of the unwinnable, impassable thing.

For that reason, only certain SOs and Supremest Beings can become this type of Composite Victor, whether temporarily or otherwise, because there are ones out there that maintain this existence 100 percent of the time. Also, keep in mind that when I use the phrase Hopeless Boss Fight, I mean fights that are genuinely unwinnable even to a Supremest Omnidony. The kind of battles that would prove too much for their ability to win the unwinnable, hence the term Unwinningest.

Supremest Omnidonae that are not from naturally occurring CV Timelines can still acquire that kind of power, albeit temporarily. It's too much power for them to hold onto indefinitely.