Brainwashed Captain (Rahe - Perception Alteration Brainwashing) (2)
Villain No. 13 slowly admired Rahe's naked body, standing before him. Her figure was drool-worthy perfection. They said Awakeners received cosmetic buffs from their constellations' grace, and it must be true—every beauty around No. 13 proved it. Abyss members, 7th Squad operatives: all stunning, each with their own unique allure. But Rahe stood head and shoulders above them. Top-tier didn't even begin to cover it.
Tall for a woman, her proportions traced an ideal silhouette from head to toe, flawless in every inch. Her full breasts, slim waist, and curvaceous hips screamed femininity. Those heavy tits showed no sag, her areolas and nipples perfectly shaped and colored, matching the pristine folds of her pussy. She kept herself meticulously groomed down there too, her pubic hair neatly trimmed to heighten the eroticism. Even the subtle mature plumpness peeking through was irresistible. Nothing excessive, nothing lacking. It reminded him of that myth where a sculptor's dream of the perfect woman came alive by a goddess's blessing. Ideal. Perfect. Golden ratio. Words failed beyond that.
Feeling his cock twitch and harden under his pants, No. 13 heard Apple suggest from behind him.
"Administrator No. 13, how about some light stretching before the education session begins?"
"...Good idea, Secretary Apple. What do you say, Captain Rahe?"
"Of course, sir. Stretching is important."
Rahe seemed a bit tense, bracing for the upcoming education. Was it nerves raising her body heat? Her scent, wafting close, felt richer, more intoxicating. Under Apple's lead, the stretching began. Apple demonstrated poses, and Rahe mirrored them. It started simple and innocent: raising arms lightly, bending at the waist, squatting and standing. But it grew bolder—I-balance leg lifts, jack-o-challenge splits with hands on the floor (Apple, not so flexible herself, switched to verbal cues toward the end).
Rahe's full breasts jiggled with each move, her waist and ass writhing enticingly. A light sweat broke out, intensifying her aroma. Watching that statue-like perfection come alive before him, twisting into every pose, filled No. 13 with awe. He wanted photos, but his smartphone was still tied up in a video call with the Advisor—he had to settle for that. Instead, he drank in every motion up close, etching her body's every curve into his brain.
Rahe had been commanded not to find anything odd in his actions—they were all justified, expected from a superior. So she ignored him even as he pressed close, practically glued to her during stretches. No. 13 freely groped her thighs, stroked the hollows of her armpits. During her I-balance, he savored the glimpse of her parting slit, inhaling its scent. Behind her jack-o-challenge ass, he spread her cheeks to inspect her pussy and asshole—color, wrinkles, all of it. And per the intel, no lovers in her past: her hymen was intact, though a bit worn from non-penetrative causes.
Virgin pussy, thank you very much. He murmured silent gratitude inside.
Look again, and again—Rahe's body was pure fuckmeat incarnate. Statuesque and noble when still, but now moving, sweating, radiating female pheromones? His dick throbbed uncontrollably. More acrobatic poses followed until No. 13 had his fill, and the stretching wrapped up. He could've savored her for hours, but time was short.
"Body warmed up enough?"
"Yes, Administrator."
Now came the real deal. Time to "educate" this woman into submission. So far, so smooth. But problems could arise anytime. He kept his guard up.
* * *
Ah... ah... nngh...
The full-on education of Rahe began. In her officetel living room, on the sofa, she sat cradled backward in No. 13's arms. He kneaded her breasts from behind, caressing freely. Not just tits—his hands roamed her body without mercy, teasing every spot, forcing her into heat. The brainwashing drug worked fast; her pussy twitched lewdly, soaked in slutty juices.
"Administrator, sir...? Is this... really... education...?"
"Yep. Got a problem with that, Captain Rahe?"
"...Just a weird feeling... No, it's nothing."
Rahe shook off the doubt, accepting his touch. No. 13 licked her ear and inside it lightly. She jolted sensitively—either naturally responsive or just unused to it, her cute reactions charmed him. He'd commanded her to embrace sexual pleasure as part of the "education," to get thoroughly accustomed. Dutiful Rahe obeyed, grunting as she focused on the bliss.
No. 13 admired her while squeezing those heavy tits, tracing her areolas, tweaking her nipples lightly.
"You masturbate about twice a month, right Rahe?"
"...Yes, sir. For condition control... that's the sweet spot..."
He'd learned that earlier while she stood exposed. Now he probed deeper: where, how, what fantasies? Rahe answered everything without hesitation or stutter. As reward, he nipped her nape lightly—her body shivered hard. Neck was a weak spot.
"Captain Rahe, let me make it even better for you~."
Apple approached, uncapping the lotion she'd brought. She poured it over Rahe's chest, slathering it messily by hand. With lotion added, No. 13's caresses grew bolder. Slick and daring, his hands made Rahe feel it even better.
Slowly downward: rubbing her belly and navel below those tits, fiddling her waist, stroking the ass pressed against him. Finally, his hand reached her thighs and inner groin. When it squished against her sensitive pussy, a pathetic "Eek!" escaped her lips.
"Rahe, focus. If you can't feel the good stuff properly, you're not fit to teach your squad."
How did this relate to Club retraining? No clear answer. But it was a command. Commands must be followed. Rahe thought that and nothing more, zeroing in on the pleasure from his hand on her erogenous zones.
To her diligent obedience, No. 13 and Apple whispered in turns.
"Rahe, it feels better and better. The more this hand touches you, the happier and floatier you get."
"Focus, Captain Rahe. This hand is pure magic. Everywhere No. 13 touches will feel like erogenous zones. You'll never forget this touch."
"Totally different from solo masturbation. Feel the difference. Ten times, a hundred times better, right? Feel good. Feel it, Rahe."
"No. 13's hand is magic. Everywhere it touches warms up. Happiness and joy fill you, Captain Rahe. More and more keeps piling on. Get even happier."
Ugh... ah... haa... Under their whispers, Rahe's breaths grew ragged. Her body hypersensitized—his skin contact alone made her twitch involuntarily, slutty moans spilling out.
His hand rubbed her labia again. Soft, springy folds, slick with lotion, massaged thoroughly. He parted the slit, carefully fingering her entrance without breaking the barrier. Not even a full knuckle in, and she shivered at the novel sensation. Then to her clit, circling the hood gently, stroking over it... prolonging until she adjusted, then peeling it back for direct touch.
"Ah, aaaah...!!"
Rahe came hard. Obeying the "focus on pleasure" command, she'd soaked it up until electric chills shot up her spine to her scalp. A hundred times better than solo, she believed—had to, it was an order.
Haa... huu... whoo...
"Rahe, you came?"
"...Yes... I came... sir..."
"Good girl. Knew you could do it, Captain Rahe."
No. 13 gently stroked her clit and around it, kissing her flustered, lost face.