Desperate Resolve - The Life-or-Death Operation (Rahe - Naked Bath Service) (2)
Rahe left the base after work at her usual time and headed home.
Her version of "usual" meant she had stayed long past her designated hours, buried in overtime.
Rahe was not a slow worker. If anything, she was quite fast. But her relentless pursuit of absolute perfection, combined with a rigid personality that refused to cut corners on even the smallest details, had turned overtime into her daily routine.
For dinner, she stopped at a chain restaurant on the way back and ate a salad with meat in it, then headed straight home without any other detours.
I feel... unusually tired today.
I should go to bed a little early.
Normally she would do some light exercise before bed or unwind by watching the news or animal videos, but tonight she doubted she would have the energy. The moment she got inside, she would wash up and fall straight into bed.
She would hug the large bear-shaped body pillow she had recently bought, rub her cheek against its softness, and drift off to sleep.
Rahe had just arrived at the door of her officetel apartment. She pictured the plush texture of her new pillow with dreamy anticipation as she unlocked the door.
The instant she opened it, she sensed something was wrong.
"......"
The lights were on. She was certain she had turned them off.
There was a faint, unfamiliar scent in the air, and she could sense the presence of another person. Most damning of all, a pair of shoes that did not belong to her sat in the entryway. For a split second she wondered if she had walked into the wrong apartment by mistake, but the door would never have unlocked if that were the case.
She stepped inside slowly and opened the door separating the entryway from the living room.
The intruder had not even tried to hide. He was immediately visible.
"Oh, you’re finally here, Rahe. I thought my neck would snap from waiting so long. Yesterday was the same—you really need to stop coming home so la—"
The sentence never finished.
Instead of wasting time asking who he was, Rahe dropped her stance low to prepare for any hidden weapons and charged straight at the man.
No. 13’s body, which had been lounging on the sofa, suddenly floated into the air. The room spun once around him. Only after he slammed into the floor with a heavy thud did he realize she had thrown him over her shoulder in the blink of an eye.
Something cold pressed against his throat. The sharp tip of an ice pick—now in Rahe’s hand—had already pierced the surface of his skin.
"If you don’t want to die, stay perfectly still. Stay still and I will spare your life. If you make even the slightest suspicious movement, I will immediately—"
"Rahe’s Stone Gate, close, sesame."
This time it was Rahe whose words were cut short.
She had heard the phrase before. The moment No. 13 spoke it, the light vanished from her eyes and her body froze exactly as it was—still threatening him with the ice pick.
No. 13 remained pinned beneath her for a moment, observing her reaction, then calmly shifted his angle to slip free of the pick and pried it from her grasp.
Her hand, completely devoid of strength, surrendered the weapon to the enemy without the slightest resistance.
"Whoops… I was supposed to test the new brainwashing key first."
No. 13 tossed the ice pick aside and muttered with mild regret.
Then he immediately began preparing for today’s brainwashing session.
"I look forward to working with you again today, Administrator No. 13."
"Likewise. I’m counting on you too, Captain Rahe."
While accepting Rahe’s crisp salute, No. 13 reached out with a shameless grin and kneaded her bare breast. Just moments ago, at his command, she had stripped off every piece of clothing. Now she stood completely naked before him.
Even as his hand freely molested her chest, Rahe did not resist or voice a single complaint. She simply held her salute, posture rigid and perfect.
After he told her she could lower her hand, she remained at ease, only leaning her body forward to make it easier for him to touch her.
Just like yesterday, No. 13 was currently perceived as her direct superior. And anything her superior did was inherently correct, so she must accept it without question.
That was why she felt no alarm at having a villain standing right in front of her. Even as he groped her heavy breasts and sexually harassed her, she said nothing.
"Once again, I sincerely apologize, Administrator. I failed to recognize you and immediately attempted to subdue you…"
"It’s fine, it’s fine. That sort of thing can happen. My back and waist are still a bit… well, quite sore, but it was worth it to witness Captain Rahe’s excellent response."
"I… I’m sorry."
Although No. 13 said it was nothing, the way he deliberately furrowed his brow and acted as if in pain left Rahe at a complete loss.
It was true that it hurt, but No. 13 was still an awakened being. Even without magic power or spells, his body was far tougher than any ordinary person’s, so the pain had already mostly faded. Rahe had only meant to restrain him so he could not fight back, so there were no actual injuries.
Still, he made a point of wincing and mentioning it lightly, deliberately stoking her guilt.
While she stood there flustered and unsure what to do, his hands continued to roam and caress her body even more boldly.
He had felt it plenty the day before, but Rahe’s body truly was magnificent. Feminine curves, full breasts, and buttocks with a perfect, heavy bounce. A golden-ratio figure with no flaws anywhere.
No matter how many times he looked or touched, he never grew tired of it. His hands explored her greedily, savoring every inch.
Especially those full, noble, and resilient breasts—he paid them extra attention, squeezing and fondling them with obvious delight.
Despite their impressive size and weight, they kept their perfect shape. The dense, springy elasticity made both looking at them and touching them a joy. He could only imagine how wonderful it would feel to slide his cock between them.
No. 13 kneaded Rahe’s breasts and took each nipple into his mouth in turn, tasting them. They carried the faint salty-sweet flavor of a woman after a long day’s work, and it was intoxicating.
His hands then slid down from her chest, gliding over her stomach and waist before settling on her ass and groin.
He gripped both cheeks hard, massaging them, then rubbed her inner thighs and crotch, lightly stimulating her folds.
When he pushed a finger between her slit, it sank straight into her warmth. A faint moan—"Mmm…"—slipped from Rahe’s lips.
Her pussy was already wet. He could feel the faint moisture coating his fingertip. He scooped some of her juices, then held his index finger and thumb together in front of her eyes, repeatedly spreading them to show her the glistening strands.
Rahe tried her best to keep a straight face, but after being forced to watch, she could not help but feel embarrassed. She turned her gaze away.
Her body was magnificent today as well. The elasticity and texture under his fingers were incredible. He could have kept touching her forever… but he could not afford to simply indulge himself.
He still had to push Rahe’s brainwashing progress forward today.
"Good. You have a wonderful body today too, Rahe. An outstanding female specimen truly worthy of a captain."
"Female… Thank you for the compliment."
"Excellent. Then I hope you’ll continue working hard for your subordinate Club today as well."
Rahe answered immediately. Of course, she meant it in complete agreement.
The first thing No. 13 did was lead Rahe into the bathroom.
Once inside her apartment’s bathroom, he ordered her to undress him personally, then stepped into the shower stall with her and began washing. He commanded her to attend to his bath.
No. 13 simply stood there arrogantly while Rahe soaked his body thoroughly with water, then lathered her hands with soap and began applying the foam all over him.
When she washed his back, chest, and arms, she followed his instructions and used her own ample breasts to do the work. Her soft, elastic, warm flesh—now slick with water and bubbles—rubbed against his body again and again and again.
Each time her hardened nipples dragged across his firm muscles, a sweet jolt of pleasure shot through her.
"Hng… Administrator No. 13… How does this feel…?"
"Mmm, it feels amazing. This shower tool is incredible. It still feels a little lacking though. Can you be even more thorough? After that, please take care of the front as well."
Using her breasts to apply the foam was harder than it looked. It was obviously more difficult than using her hands, and although Rahe was tall for a woman, she was still much smaller than the well-built adult male No. 13. To reach everywhere, she had to stand on her tiptoes and even lift her own breasts with both hands to press them firmly against him.
For the spots she could not reach with her chest, she used her hands, but she still managed to cover his entire body with enough lather to satisfy him. No. 13 was more than pleased—he had been able to enjoy the sensation of her lewd tits rubbing all over him.
Next, Rahe used her breasts to lather his erect cock as well. She poured body wash into her cleavage, rubbed her breasts together to create rich foam, then sandwiched his shaft between the slippery mounds and stroked him vigorously.
To make sure every inch of his long, thick penis was covered in bubbles, Rahe shook and rubbed her breasts up and down with earnest effort.
"Would you mind using your hands too, Captain Rahe?"
"Yes, understood."
Rahe obediently followed his command. She stroked his cock with hands covered in thick foam.
No. 13 gave her detailed instructions, making her rub his cock in many different ways—circling her palm over the glans, running her fingers along the shaft, fondling his balls… The shape of her hand changed constantly, stimulating him with a variety of techniques.
Pleasant waves of pleasure kept surging through his penis. No. 13 enjoyed Rahe’s skillful pseudo-handjob with satisfaction, feeling the urge to cum steadily building.
First the tit-fuck service, then the captain’s delicate soapy handjob. The combined stimulation made his cock twitch violently. Thick, pungent white fluid erupted from him in powerful spurts.
"...!"
Rahe took the entire load directly on her face. No. 13 had ordered her not to dodge and to accept everything.
Her beautiful face was now stained not only by shower water but by the filthy, musky semen of a male. The sight of her once pure, noble, and elegant features defiled by dirty cum filled No. 13 with an exquisite sense of immoral pleasure. A strange catharsis, a feeling of conquest, and a rush of dopamine surged through him…
"That was excellent, Captain Rahe. Next, I’ll wash you."
No. 13 helped the cum-covered Rahe to her feet. Under the pretense of washing her, he began touching and molesting her body once again.
Rahe simply surrendered herself to him obediently…