Heroes Being Toyed With (Club - Hypnotic Teasing) (1)
Because Club suddenly let out a high-pitched cry, Spade, standing right beside her, jumped in surprise.
Spade shot her a questioning glance, but Club, still trembling from the lingering waves of pleasure, simply shook her head and mouthed that it was nothing.
Why had she made such a sound all of a sudden?
The thought crossed her mind, yet when she saw Villain No. 13 embracing Club from behind, she simply accepted it.
Yeah. If you're being teased like that, of course you'd moan. With that casual dismissal, she let the matter drop.
"Club. You're distracting everyone from their work. You shouldn't make noises like that."
Even as he scolded her, the very man responsible for those sounds continued to toy with Club's clit. Club could only nod frantically, her hips and legs trembling, unsure what to do with herself.
Villain No. 13 tormented Club's clit a while longer before finally releasing her.
"Good. Put your hands on the desk and stick your ass out. I'm going to fuck you right now."
He pulled Club up from her chair and slapped her ass to urge her on.
Club obeyed without the slightest resistance, placing her hands on the desk exactly as instructed.
Her naked body was presented to him, her cute, lovely ass thrust outward.
Between her legs, a glistening thread of arousal dripped steadily from her slit.
In broad daylight, in the middle of the administrative office, she was offering her pussy while still on the clock.
Yet she felt no sense of wrongness about it.
Satisfied with Club's perfectly brainwashed state, Villain No. 13 grabbed her ass and kneaded it before sliding his fingers into her pussy and stirring them around.
Club's pussy swallowed his fingers without resistance. She was already thoroughly wet.
"I'm putting it in now, Club. Don't be too surprised."
The cock he pulled out pressed against Club's pussy.
He rubbed it slowly along her slit before pushing inside with a wet schlick.
"Nngh... ooh...!"
Club, hands braced on the desk, let out a trembling sigh of pleasure.
Her tight pussy clung stickily to his shaft. Though her body was slender, the feel of her pussy and the lewd moans spilling from her were deeply satisfying.
It might have been a little much for Club, but Villain No. 13 drove his cock all the way to the root inside her.
Th-thick... ah... and so long... my insides... are completely full...!
Club gasped at the heavy presence pushing deep into her.
Then Villain No. 13 began to move his hips.
Schlick... schlick... schlick... squelch...!
At first, his thrusts were slow and deliberate.
He savored the feel of her pussy, grinding against the walls that clung to him.
A pleasant sensation wrapped around his cock. It felt wonderful.
Because his movements were unhurried, it was easy to target Club's weak spots.
He already knew them all, but he still took his time rubbing each sensitive spot... and sure enough, Club's body twitched and trembled in response.
After leisurely toying with her pussy like that, he gradually picked up the pace, thrusting into her more roughly.
The wet sounds grew louder, accompanied by the slap of flesh meeting flesh.
"Nngh... ah... hah... mmph...!"
Club desperately tried to hold back her voice.
She had to. She didn't want to disturb her senior Spade, who was working right beside them.
But it was impossible to stay quiet. Every time he drove into her, a moan escaped whether she wanted it to or not.
The sounds she tried so hard to suppress only came out even lewder.
Villain No. 13 enjoyed both Club's expression and her voice as he deliberately aimed for her weak spots with every thrust.
Club's body jolted repeatedly, and her pussy frothed with arousal that dripped down her thighs.
Mmm, what a pleasant squeeze from a hero's pussy.
What's more, the same woman who used to act so arrogant was now making a thoroughly lewd face every time he thrust into her, moaning like a bitch in heat.
That fact only heightened Villain No. 13's satisfaction. His cock grew even harder.
"Alright, I'm cumming. I'm going to fill you up completely."
Even with that warning, Club made no move to refuse or pull away.
Soon after, Villain No. 13 began to ejaculate inside her.
Spurt...! Spurt, spurt... splurt...!
"Ah, ah...♡"
Thick semen gushed out in heavy pulses, flooding Club's insides.
Whether because he was an Awakener or simply built that way, Villain No. 13's semen was far thicker and more abundant than an ordinary man's.
Club could feel every drop pouring into her. She couldn't help but feel it.
Mmm, what a nice pussy. And a satisfying release.
After emptying every last drop inside her, Villain No. 13 pulled his cock out.
A mixture of fluids dripped onto the floor with soft plip, plip sounds.
"Stay right there, Club. Spade, the floor's getting dirty, so come here and clean Club's pussy with your mouth."
"Yes, understood."
Spade hadn't noticed Villain No. 13 until now.
Yet even after he gave the order and she responded, she showed no surprise.
Naturally, she approached Club—who was still bent over with her ass out—and pressed her lips to her pussy, beginning to lick.
She sealed her mouth over the entrance and sucked hard to draw out the leaking semen, even pushing her tongue inside.
"If your tongue can't reach, you can use your fingers to scoop it out."
Following Villain No. 13's advice, Spade diligently scraped the inside of Club's pussy with her fingers.
With that, the cleaning of Club's pussy was complete. No semen would stain the floor.
While being cleaned by Spade's mouth and fingers, Club—who had been continuously stimulated on her already sensitive pussy—finally let out a shallow breath of relief.
"Still not quite enough. Spade, I'd like to use your pussy this time. That okay?"
"Yes, no problem."
"Good. Then take off your clothes and stand in front of me."
And just like that, Spade obeyed.
She removed both her hero uniform and her light-pink underwear, standing completely naked before Villain No. 13 in a rigid upright posture.
Villain No. 13 reached out and began to grope Spade's body, which had a bit more softness than Club's.
He kneaded her breasts, lightly pinched and tugged her nipples, and stroked her pussy with slow, teasing touches.
Something... feels off. Really off. I don't know what that 'something' is, but...
Even as Villain No. 13's rude hands roamed over her body, teasing her sensitive spots and forcing helpless moans from her lips, Spade never stopped thinking about the strange feeling.
What exactly was this sense of wrongness?
What was it that felt so unnatural to her?
...She still couldn't put her finger on it, but she had the distinct feeling that she shouldn't just ignore it.
She needed to figure out what it was, without brushing it aside.
"Ah, nngh...!?"
While lost in that determined thought, Spade couldn't hold back a lewd moan as Villain No. 13 pinched and rubbed her clit mercilessly.
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Villain No. 13, a member of the villain organization Abyss.
Once the self-proclaimed strongest, he had lost nearly all his power overnight, and even the organization he belonged to had been pushed to the brink. An unlucky man.
After suffering a string of absurd misfortunes that once drove him to despair, Villain No. 13 was now living days so joyful and pleasant that those memories no longer mattered.
There had been a time when everything seemed hopeless, but with his comrades' help and by setting up all sorts of underhanded traps, he had managed—after many twists and turns—to brainwash every single hero in the 7th Division and make them his property.
The brainwashed heroes could neither disobey nor resist him. They had no idea what was happening to them, and every day they were toyed with and mocked as his playthings.
The pleasure of personally humiliating the very heroes who had once tormented him and driven him into ruin.
And above all, the ability to fuck the beautiful heroes of the 7th Division—every last one of them stunning—whenever, however, and as much as he wanted.
It was truly perfect. There wasn't a single thing missing.
Of course, if someone asked him to risk his life on another dangerous operation, he absolutely couldn't do it—but at least he no longer regretted putting his life on the line back then.
After rolling around in the mud that much, this kind of reward was only natural.
"That's how I feel about it. What about you, Rahe? Do you agree with me? What do you think?"
"...I don't know the details, but if it's something the Administrator says, then it must be correct."
"See? Thanks for saying that. And thanks for the panties, too."
Inside the captain's office of the 7th Division base.
With Rahe standing beside him, Villain No. 13 lounged arrogantly on the sofa, holding Rahe's panties up to his face and sniffing them.
They were the very panties Rahe had been wearing until just moments ago.
She had removed them at his command and handed them over.
Of course, the common sense that handing over her panties or having someone sniff them was strange remained completely untouched.
Rahe felt a complicated mix of embarrassment and confusion about the situation—both presenting her panties with her own hands and watching him smell them right in front of her.
Even so, she couldn't ask for them back or beg him to stop.
He was her superior.
Rahe wasn't allowed to complain to her superior even once. She had to obey anything he ordered and accept anything he desired without question.
That was how it was supposed to be.
Or at least, she thought it was.
Rahe stared blankly into space, lost in thought....