The Falling Hero (Rahe - Brainwashed Submission) (1)
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Rahe saw a flickering flame before her eyes.
Staring into the wavering fire, she felt as though she were being drawn deeper and deeper into some unknown place. It was a strange sensation. She felt as if she could gaze at this flame forever.
『Rahe. Rahe. Can you see this flame?』
A man's voice reached her.
Without taking her eyes off the fire, Rahe answered that she could.
『Good. Keep your mind empty and continue staring at the flame. From now on, I'll count. The more numbers I count, the deeper we'll go into the depths of Rahe....』
What did that mean? Her head felt foggy, and she honestly couldn't understand.
When she admitted she didn't know, he replied that it was fine. She just needed to relax and empty her mind.
Then the man began counting.
One. Two. Three...
With each number, her heart grew calmer. The mind she had thought already quiet became even more so.
She felt something sinking deeper... deeper. As if plunging into the abyss of the sea.
She was only now beginning to grasp what the man had said earlier. Before she knew it, a soft "Ah..." escaped her lips. She was making sounds, trying to speak, but they weren't proper words. He probably couldn't understand her. Even she didn't know what she had said.
The man—No. 13—asked several questions. Rahe answered slowly.
He told her to recall something. When she asked what, he said to remember the pleasant memories etched inside her.
There must have been many pleasant, happy memories.
Yet one memory surfaced immediately, as if it were the only answer to his question. For some reason she hadn't been able to recall it until now, but his question had become the key that unlocked it.
"Administrator... Sex with Administrator No. 13...."
That was clearly the most pleasant memory.
She had been made to remember it as something pleasurable. And indeed, she remembered it as something that felt good. There was no doubt.
The questions continued. With each answer, Rahe felt the boundary separating herself from others growing fainter. The mental wall that any sensible person with knowledge and intellect possessed was slowly crumbling.
Rahe answered the questions slowly but sincerely.
At first the questions were trivial, but eventually they touched on her ideals, her life goals, and even secrets she had never shared with anyone.
She never wondered why she was revealing all of this so honestly.
After all, these were things she had already answered before... Clearly... just recently... or was it yesterday....
『Rahe, I know you well now. I understand everything about you.』
『So focus on my words. Believe them. Accept them without doubt.』
『Everything I say—becomes the truth.』
She had heard this before as well.
She believed. She believed every word this voice spoke. Whatever he said had always become reality. So she believed. Yes. I believe. I do believe....
『Rahe always wields her weapon for herself and for everyone.』
『Even when alone, she remains vigilant, armored in her heart.』
『But here, there's no need to worry. Before me, you need neither weapon nor armor.』
『Even if you're wearing nothing at all, it's fine.』
『In fact, the more you strip away, the more you let go... the better Rahe will feel.』
Is that... so?
Yes. That was how it was.
Because he said so. Of course. She could set down her weapons and armor, could become weak. The more she stripped away, the better it would feel....
『If it feels good, that's fine.』
『Your duty as a hero, your responsibilities as captain—none of it matters anymore. You don't have to feel anxious. You'll feel happy.』
『Rahe's happiness is what matters. To feel even better, you'll be able to do anything.』
He told her it was all right to be weak.
Rahe accepted it. The desire to feel good, the craving and longing, grew larger and larger.
She quietly listened to the voice of her own heart—the one she had always ignored for the sake of duty.
Desire had always existed inside her... Weakness existed too... Yet his words reassured her completely....
『...Excellent. I can feel your heart opening wider and wider.』
『But it's still not enough. Open your heart more, Rahe. Much more.』
『It's all right. You don't always have to be strong. You don't need to stay strong forever. You don't have to be strong.』
『Return to the deepest part of yourself, to who you truly are... Deeper... and deeper....』
The flame flickered before her eyes.
Before she knew it, Rahe was murmuring along with his words.
Open your heart.
You don't have to be strong.
It's all right not to be strong.
Return to who you truly are... to your true feelings....
Someone's hand—the same person who had been speaking to her—touched her body.
His hand gently kneaded her shoulders, caressed her arms, stroked her cheeks, tickled her thighs, and rubbed her lower belly.
Wherever his hand touched grew warm and pleasant. She wanted him to touch her more. His hand felt good.
If that hand touched her there... that shameful place... it would surely feel even better.
Without realizing it, Rahe found herself begging. But the owner of the hand deliberately avoided that spot, only brushing around it teasingly.
Frustrated, Rahe bit her lip and moaned.
『Rahe, do you want to be touched more?』
Yes. I want to be touched more.
『Remember this feeling. It will grow stronger and stronger. You'll want me more and more. Deep in your chest, impatience will build until it's overflowing with longing....』
Ah, yes, yes... Wanting to be touched, wanting so much more... growing impatient... It felt as if her heart would burn.
At last, his hand reached that place. When he lightly kneaded and rubbed her sensitive folds, Rahe felt something ecstatic pierce through her body. In her current dazed state, she couldn't even recall that this was an orgasm.
『That's right, Rahe.』
『Rahe is my doll.』
『Everything from the top of your head to the tips of your toes belongs to me.』
『When I tell you to stop, you stop. When I tell you to shake your hips lewdly, you shake them.』
『Before me, Rahe cannot fight or resist without my command.』
『Rahe—is my personal doll who obeys my every order.』
Rahe answered yes. She answered again that it was true. She answered once more that he was right.
With each answer, with each time she recalled his words, the depths of her chest grew hot.
The blazing heat soon subsided. Yet his words remained, etched into her like an indelible brand.
He continued speaking. It was a ritual to slowly draw Rahe's consciousness, which had sunk so deep, back up to the surface.
A short while later, the flickering flame before Rahe's eyes went out.
Even after the fire disappeared, Rahe continued staring blankly into the air. No. 13 murmured a few more words. Eventually her eyes closed, and her consciousness dropped once more into darkness....
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Rahe fell asleep again, losing consciousness.
The brainwashing ritual had been completed without issue.
No. 13 cleared away the extinguished aroma candle he had used for the ritual and activated the ventilation system.
The smoke that had filled the room—the mist containing the brainwashing toxin—quickly dissipated.
He had already taken the antidote Dorothy provided, but breathing this smoke for too long was still unwise.
No. 13 looked once more at Rahe, who sat bound to the chair in nothing but her underwear.
Even now that his task was roughly finished, his heart was still pounding. It didn't feel real.
He had truly subjugated this woman. And he had successfully completed the final brainwashing ritual scheduled for today.
"Still... I really thought I was going to die."
Perhaps because the tension had finally eased, a complaint and curse slipped out unconsciously.
Still, his work wasn't over just because he had finished his part.
She had gone through so much, so she deserved a reward proportional to her suffering.
And to truly feel the reality he still hadn't grasped, he needed to continue with what came next.
After finishing tidying the bunker room, No. 13 hoisted Rahe onto his back and stepped out into the corridor.
He had already instructed Apple to retrieve the other members. Once she finished, she would bring everyone to the room he had designated.
Carrying Rahe on his back, No. 13 walked down the hallway... Rahe remained sound asleep against him.
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'...Ngh... Mm....'
Rahe slowly opened her eyes.
For some reason, both her body and head felt heavy. Still, she forced herself upright despite the weight.
'Where... is this...'
Rahe lay on her side atop a cheap folding bed. Her arms and legs were each bound with tape, leaving her unable to move properly.
Looking around, she saw an unfamiliar space. It was a dark, enclosed room with nothing much inside. The lack of windows suggested it might be a basement.
Then, from the far side of the room, she heard movement and saw a figure.
Rhythmic, wet sounds echoed through the space, accompanied by sweet, flowing moans.
Ah... Ah... Ah...!
"No. 13, No. 13... Aah...! Thank you, thank you... Hwaaang...♡"
What Rahe saw was Apple's back turned toward her.
Apple straddled the man lounging arrogantly on the sofa, moving her hips in steady rhythm as she serviced his manhood.
Each time Apple rose and fell, the thick, imposing shaft disappeared beneath her buttocks only to be pulled out again.
Her unrestrained, lewd moans bounced off the walls and reverberated through the room.
Elsewhere, near the sofa and in another corner of the room, Rahe could make out the other members of the 7th Division besides Apple.
They were kissing one another or caressing each other's bodies, comforting one another.
Meanwhile, Coco crouched beside the sofa, accepting No. 13's kiss while his hand kneaded her breasts. At the same time, her own hand worked between her legs, pleasuring herself.
—What... is this....
Rahe stared at the scene in a daze.
She didn't know what she was supposed to do in this situation. She could only gape at the unbelievable sight... at the banquet of pleasure....