Hero Spade Sacrifices for the Hostage (Spade's Brainwashed First Time) (2)
From the current situation, it seemed the brainwashing had taken hold perfectly. At least she wasn't raising any pointless doubts about the circumstances or outright defying his orders and words.
Spade's colleague Apple is being held hostage, so she has no choice but to comply with any demands.
She must unconditionally believe and obey Villain No. 13. Then both of them can return home safely.
That was the core of the brainwashing implanted in Spade. Apple had helped from the side, fine-tuning a few details, but the gist was as above.
Spade was a hero—a hero brimming with a strong sense of justice, no less. She wouldn't take a hostage lightly. So she wouldn't sense anything off about those suggestions... or so he'd judged.
And so far, there were no issues. She was following the brainwashing to the letter.
Now the real test began. Just how far would she obey his commands? Where was her breaking point?
It felt like a game of chicken, his heart pounding with excitement. But he kept any hint of anxiety off his face.
Alright then... now for the main event.
"The only one I have business with is you, Spade. You know why, right?"
Spade furrowed her brow but didn't argue. Just as he'd said, she knew full well.
"So what? I'm just doing my job as a hero, you villainous bastard."
"Watch that tone. Should I shoot? Blow you away?"
"...Sorry. My mistake."
Seeing him fiddling with the gun, Spade hurriedly switched to a more polite tone. Infuriating, but she had no choice.
"Doesn't sound sincere, but whatever. Still, getting an apology from a hero who hated my guts? Kinda satisfying."
Trash... I'll kill you for sure later.
For now, she had no choice but to listen.
"So... what do you want from me? Revenge? You gonna kill me? ...Are you going to kill me?"
"I said I wouldn't kill you. But yeah, it's revenge."
Villain No. 13 dragged over the chair from earlier and sat facing her, grinning wickedly.
Spade's gaze flicked to his face, then naturally downward to his lower body. That cock that had been sliding in and out of Apple's mouth moments ago. It hadn't fully softened yet, still grotesquely erect.
Guessing what he wanted was child's play.
"Let's have sex, Spade. Satisfy me just this once, and I'll let you both go, no strings attached."
Trash. Spade thought it, and her expression betrayed her disgust completely.
But at the same time, a thought crept in: if that was all, it wasn't so bad. She could save herself and her colleague by letting her body get a little dirtied.
Spade wasn't the type to weigh her life against her virginity.
With that, she decided to accept Villain No. 13's proposal outright. As long as she survived, she could get revenge anytime. And this was to save her colleague. An unavoidable choice to rescue her teammate.
"You'll keep your promise, right? ...You will, won't you?"
"Of course. You know I'm not some psycho killer anyway. And I said watch your tone, but you don't need to go full formal."
"...Hmph."
Villain No. 13 placed something next to the restrained Apple. That same surprise box from before. But this time, it was a real bomb, apparently.
"Remote detonator. One of my crew's watching via camera right now. If anything happens to me, it blows instantly."
"Why go that far?"
"Can't keep holding the gun the whole time we're fucking, can I? No guarantee you won't pull something either."
She hadn't even considered it. Fair point, though.
Anyway, he said he'd release them if she obeyed, so no need to overthink. Risking it could piss him off and escalate things.
"Don't worry. Obey me, and it stays off. Alright, unlocking your cuffs. No funny business."
"...I won't."
Click, click. The handcuffs released her limbs.
Spade was free now. But she didn't twist his neck or hurl the bomb away before it could detonate. Nothing that reckless.
So... what now?
She'd accepted his demand, but unfortunately, Spade was a virgin. Never even had a boyfriend, let alone sex. What came first? How did it even work?
Feeling like the very first step was already wrong, Spade grew flustered.
"Nervous?"
"...As if."
"Relax. I'll make it feel good."
For a villain, he spoke softly. Perverted creep forcing sex through threats, and all.
Before she knew it, Villain No. 13's face was inches away. His hand cupped her cheek.
Spade had a vague idea what came next. His lips drew closer.
It was the last thing she wanted, yet her eyes slid shut naturally.
Their lips met—Villain No. 13's against Spade's soft ones. Her first kiss in life.
Villain's lips, yet... it didn't feel bad. Strangely not.
Mm... kissing. Our lips rubbing...
First kiss impression: a bit steamy. Was that it?
Embarrassment mixed with wondering what more there was.
But then, shattering her naive thoughts, Villain No. 13's lips parted during the kiss. He maneuvered them aggressively, as if devouring her small, soft mouth whole.
Spade jolted, body stiffening in shock. I'm being eaten...
"Gonna put my tongue in, Spade."
He warned against her lips. His breath washed over her directly.
His thick, manly tongue invaded her mouth. Spade, still clueless and panicking, got a masterful first experience as he boldly swirled it around.
It coiled around her soft tongue, ravaging every corner of her mouth.
Spade felt her body tremble unwittingly.
A... ah... wh... ugh...
Wh-what... what's happening to me...?
The sensation of something foreign entering. Moving inside her mouth.
All so novel. So intriguing.
In the midst of these utterly fresh sensations, a jolt like electricity coursed through her tense body. Her mind grew hazier. Heat rising for some reason.
Was kissing always this good? Or because it was him?
She couldn't tell. Just... it felt good. Kissing was... Mm... mm... mm... haa...
As they kissed, Villain No. 13's hands began roaming her body. Starting with her exposed midriff peeking from her battle suit. Then slowly upward, kneading her breasts over her clothes.
Having her tits groped by another person—first time, obviously. Everything was a first.
And none of these firsts felt disgustingly off.
"Mm...! Mmph...!"
"Easy, Spade. It's fine."
What was fine? She didn't know, but his voice echoed in her head: Stay still.
Submitting obediently, Spade let him embrace and ravage her tighter.
His hands shifted from her breasts to her ass. This time, slipping under her short battle pants, groping over her panties.
A shiver ran through her. No clue how to react.
Meanwhile, his tongue still explored her mouth. She even swallowed his saliva without thinking.
"Th-13... wait... just a sec..."
She tried pushing him away, but her half-hearted resistance was futile. Without mana, she was just a slender woman—weaker than most men.
Moments later, he pulled back, seemingly satisfied.
Spade, mind reeling, mouth agape, panted with a flushed face. Ahh, head's spinning. Why so dizzy? Can't think straight. Just a kiss...
"Spade, wanna take off your clothes next?"
Still disheveled, she couldn't refuse. Didn't even want to.
Face red and hot, drool trailing from her open mouth, Spade nodded.
Spade undressed herself, peeling off her battle suit top and bottom. Her feminine curves were now clad only in white underwear.
"Heh. So this is what our hero looks like in her undies."
With Spade blushing just from showing her underwear, Villain No. 13 snapped photos with his phone, which he'd pulled out who-knows-when.
Spade startled. "You...!"
"Hey now. Behave."
She tried to stop him, but his glance toward the restrained Apple in the corner shut her up.
"Won't post 'em online or anything. Not using them to blackmail you... for now."
Suspicious tone. But no choice. Colleague held hostage.
With a hostage, she had to obey even the most unfair demands...