Epilogue: The Hero Has Been Defeated by Evil
"Alright, everything's ready."
A large, expensive camera.
It was one No. 13 had purchased not long ago.
Back when Club was still stuck doing janitor work, odd jobs, and running errands at the Abyss hideout, he had bought it with a heavy heart (and borrowed money) just to take pretty pictures of her.
Because of it, the amount of debt he owed to Staff had grown again, but he had no regrets.
"Rahe, look this way~."
After finishing his adjustments, No. 13 spoke to Rahe, who was now framed in the camera's viewfinder.
Her entire body was covered in dried semen. Blushing furiously, she slowly recited the lines she had been given.
"I, Rahe, captain of the Hero Association's 7th Division, hereby declare my complete subjugation to Villain No. 13."
"I promise to live as a villain's slave from this day forward."
"...Please take good care of the 7th Division, and of this slave bitch named Rahe, from now on..."
Rahe made her declaration toward the camera in a trembling voice.
Her confession continued for quite some time after that.
She spoke of how wonderful No. 13 was, and how she herself was nothing more than a pathetic, worthless female.
Once she had finished reciting the entire prepared script, she was made to strike several embarrassing poses for a mock photoshoot. Then the camera zoomed in on various parts of her body still marked with dried semen.
Close-up shots were also taken of her pussy, still leaking fresh cum, and her ass bearing the clear imprint of No. 13's handprints.
Rahe flushed with shame and embarrassment, yet she felt a strange, inexplicable excitement rather than outright rejection.
In any case, this humiliating photoshoot had come to an end without incident.
After the shoot, Rahe glanced repeatedly at No. 13, her face still red but her eyes filled with anticipation.
No. 13 praised her and rewarded her by firmly pinching and rubbing both of her nipples.
"Hnnngh~!"
That alone sent a wave of pleasure crashing through her entire body, making her twitch violently.
She even climaxed lightly from it. She truly couldn't believe what had become of her own body.
"Good. Let's clean up."
With that, No. 13 tidied the room and left the abandoned factory. Outside, night had already fallen.
The other members of the 7th Division were sent back to their hero base as usual, while Rahe was loaded into the car No. 13 was driving and taken with him to the Abyss hideout.
Thus, a day that had raged like a storm finally came to an end....
* * *
—And then, two days passed.
"......I'm dying. My days and nights still haven't flipped back."
Recently, No. 13 had been struggling with his reversed sleep schedule.
Once again, he had woken up well past noon, when the sun was already high in the sky.
"Finally awake? Why don't you ease up on the night-owl lifestyle?"
In the lounge of the hideout.
While he sat groaning on the large sofa in the first-floor common area, Dorothy, Abyss's scientist and doctor, approached with a steaming cup of coffee in hand.
Then she caught sight of No. 13's lower half on the sofa and immediately frowned in displeasure.
"...Pervert."
"Don't say that. You're a doctor, so you should know. It's a perfectly normal physiological reaction."
No. 13's crotch was visibly swollen with an erection.
Dorothy sipped her coffee while stealing glances at the rather intimidating size that could be faintly made out even through his pants.
Honestly, this wasn't just a simple case of morning wood.
It was also the result of abusing Dorothy's stamina enhancers. Since she had personally tested them, there was no doubt about it.
After all, he had finally gotten his hands on the distinctive beauties of the 7th Division. Moreover, he held a certain grudge against the 7th Division, the very group that had triggered Abyss's downfall.
Whenever he had a spare moment, he would summon or visit the 7th Division members and throw himself into sex. Even with the stamina of an Awakener, it was more than he could handle.
But that was exactly why it was No. 13 doing it. If he could exercise self-control, he wouldn't be himself.
He had begged Dorothy relentlessly, insisting it was fine even if there were side effects, and had managed to obtain a large supply of the "nighttime" drugs.
The result of taking those stamina enhancers—while completely ignoring Dorothy's warnings—was this.
He got hard at any time of day, and his libido was completely uncontrollable from morning until night.
His days and nights had flipped because whenever he tried to sleep, his cock would stand up... and he couldn't fall asleep unless he masturbated and shot a few loads first. That was why he went to bed late, woke up late, and sometimes even woke up from wet dreams....
Maybe something in his head was broken. But even so, it was fine. No matter how many times he came, he never got tired, and he could get hard whenever he wanted.
He didn't feel physically exhausted at all. So wasn't it okay?
"You lunatic. There's no way that's a normal state."
When No. 13 voiced his thoughts, Dorothy spoke with an exasperated expression.
Feeling somewhat awkward, he scratched his chin.
"The detailed cause of the side effects and how to fix them haven't been figured out yet. You should at least try to moderate it."
"Mm. Take it slow. I'm fine the way I am right now."
"I just told you it's not fine, you crazy bastard. Has your brain migrated to your crotch or something?"
Dorothy shook her head and set the coffee she was holding down on the table before flopping down on the sofa a short distance away from No. 13.
Her small rear sank deeply into the soft cushions.
"Think about living a long life. You act like you're only living for today, like you're being way too careless. How many times did you nearly die this time?"
"...I didn't have a choice. I'm just an ordinary guy who lost his powers and doesn't have a brain like Staff's or special abilities like yours. All I have to bet is my life."
When he thought back on how many times he had nearly died while taking down the 7th Division, it still sent chills down his spine. Honestly, it didn't even feel real that he was still alive.
"Still, everything worked out in the end."
No. 13 said.
Just as he said, everything had gone perfectly.
He had successfully brainwashed Rahe, his final target, despite a few complications.
Yesterday, as scheduled, he had attended the Villain Alliance meeting, bringing Rahe with him.
The truly ridiculous part was that no one else had shown up at the meeting room.
Only a single monitor had been left in the room, and only the Alliance Leader had attended while hiding his face.
According to the Alliance Leader, the order to bring Rahe and today's meeting had been his own unilateral decision.
But who knew?
'They all just got scared and ran away when they heard Rahe was coming, didn't they?'
He couldn't think of any other explanation.
And yet they had the nerve to order him to bring Rahe or be expelled. No. 13 cursed them inwardly.
Anyway, the mission was complete.
He had successfully carried out the order from the Alliance, and the Alliance Leader had officially acknowledged it.
From now on, they probably wouldn't try to mess with this organization again. Things had gone in circles, but in the end, peace had been restored...
He really didn't want to do anything this reckless ever again.
If possible, he wanted to live as a small-time villain who earned just enough to get by each day, peacefully and modestly.
"You really worked hard this time. And stop saying all you have to bet is your life. If there's something you absolutely have to risk your life for, don't do it at the first opportunity. Save it for the very, very last moment."
"But then you might miss your chance, right?"
"Even if you miss the chance—so what? Just like this time. Even if our organization got expelled from the Alliance, I'd still want you to stay alive if possible. The boss would too. Staff would too."
"What about Dorothy?"
"...Me too, a little. It'd be boring without you."
Hearing that made him happy.
Because he knew they cherished him this much, No. 13 could also cherish this organization and these women enough to risk his life for them.
"Anyway, even if you didn't say that, I'm done with this kind of thing. I don't want to do it again. From now on, I'm going to live as a small-time villain, thin and long, peacefully without any waves. I'm going to become a leisurely villain."
"Well, I wonder about that."
"What, you got a problem?"
"Who said I had a problem?"
Dorothy's answer didn't sound very convincing. There was something self-deprecating about the way she smiled.
When No. 13 tried to press her, Dorothy stood up as if to say she wouldn't answer any questions and turned to leave.
But just before she walked away—
"Things in this world don't always go the way you want them to, after all."
She tossed out those words and left.
After Dorothy departed, No. 13 felt strangely unsettled.
Shaking off the feeling, he stretched and stood up. ...Seriously, why did that woman have to say something like that and ruin the mood?
Scratching his head, No. 13 shuffled toward the exit of the hideout. His pants were still bulging at the crotch.
If he didn't take care of it, he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight, so he figured he'd head over to the 7th Division and grab whoever was free.
'Who's got a light schedule today? By the way, I want to fuck Rahe again too. She really was delicious. But Spade and Club are good too, and Check, Coco, and Apple aren't bad either.'
'Who should I fuck? Wow, just thinking about it is fun. My dick's already twitching.'
The days of the victorious villain continued like that, today and tomorrow alike....
