The Toilet Hero Code of Conduct (Spade - Morning Sexual Harassment) (1)
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Another morning arrived, just like any other.
Spade woke up on time as always, headed to work with vigor, and made her way to the administrative office. Apple had already arrived, and the rest of the members followed one after another.
A little later, Rahe entered the office and gathered the team.
Morning assemblies weren't a daily occurrence, but they happened often enough.
Usually, Captain Rahe would use this time to briefly relay any issues that had come up or recite the unit's behavioral guidelines—the Code of Conduct.
Rahe was flexible about it, though. She only enforced these sessions during periods of heightened discipline.
However, since a new set of guidelines had been added recently, they were holding these morning assemblies every day to help everyone get used to them.
"One. We will always obey No. 13's commands without fail."
"""One! We will always obey No. 13's commands without fail!"""
"Two. We will never forget that we are No. 13's personal sexual relief toilets, and we will remain aware of it at all times."
"""Two! We will never forget that we are No. 13's personal sexual relief toilets, and we will remain aware of it at all times!"""
"Three. We swear that our bodies, minds, and pussies belong to No. 13 at all times."
"""Three. We swear that our bodies, minds, and pussies belong to No. 13 at all times."""
"Four. Because we belong to No. 13, being sexually harassed by him is only natural. We accept it gladly."
"""Four! Because we belong to No. 13, being sexually harassed by him is only natural! We accept it gladly!"""
The 7th Division members lined up in front recited the rules in unison after Rahe.
The content was clearly bizarre, yet none of them voiced any complaints or showed signs of finding it strange.
A few had seemed resistant the first time they recited it, but by the third day, everyone appeared to be complying naturally.
Spade was no exception.
She had been one of the members who initially felt discomfort and oddity, but now she was reciting the words in a clear, steady voice.
"That concludes the Toilet Hero Code of Conduct. I hope you will keep these clauses in mind throughout the day and engrave them deeply in your hearts."
"Now then, let's all do our best today as heroes of this era—and as No. 13's excellent personal toilets. That is all."
Rahe clapped her hands twice after her closing remarks, and the members dispersed to attend to their duties.
No. 13 arrived at the 7th Division much later, around the time afternoon was already approaching.
* * *
Spade, a hero of the 7th Division, had been in a foul mood lately.
There were several reasons for her irritation, but the biggest culprit was undoubtedly the man who had been dispatched to the 7th Division as an administrator not long ago.
Honestly, there was nothing about him to like.
He acted like an old-fashioned boss, threw his weight around, got in the way of work, and worst of all, was constantly sexually harassing them.
Well, it was because "the 7th Division is No. 13's personal toilet collective," so there was no helping it—but that didn't mean she had to be used to it. It was interfering with her hero work too.
"Oh, Spade. Good morning."
"...Have you arrived, Administrator?"
It was nearly lunchtime. No. 13 had finally shown up, arriving extremely late.
He might be their superior, but showing up this late didn't look good. Shouldn't a superior set a better example?
Or maybe not.
He was the administrator, after all. He might have been delayed by other duties outside the base.
It wasn't her place, as a mere regular member, to judge.
"Overslept today. Check kept me up pretty late last night, so I was exhausted. Maybe I should wrap things up earlier from now on."
"...I see."
Typical. Staying out late fooling around with women and then waltzing in late while bragging about it like it was something to be proud of.
"By the way, Spade. Give me your panties."
Spade hadn't quite managed to hide her displeased expression, but No. 13 asked the question casually, as if he hadn't noticed—or perhaps he had.
They were standing in the middle of a hallway inside the 7th Division base.
Spade glanced around instinctively before replying.
"H-here? Right now?"
"Yeah. Here. Is there a problem?"
"No, it's nothing. No problem at all."
Spade let out a small sigh and slipped her hand under her skirt to pull down her panties.
Inside the base, the uniform consisted of a white dress shirt and a tight skirt. Normally, members could choose between skirts and pants.
But No. 13 had ordered the entire 7th Division to wear only skirts. It was inconvenient for Spade, who usually preferred pants, but at least it made it easier to respond quickly when No. 13 made demands.
"Here... you go."
She handed over the panties she had pulled down under her skirt.
No. 13 accepted them with one hand and deliberately unfolded them right in front of his face, as if inspecting them.
Was he checking for stains? He turned them this way and that before bringing them to his nose and sniffing loudly.
She really wished he wouldn't do that. Seriously.
No. 13 didn't stop at smelling Spade's panties—he buried his face in them.
Pervert. Total pervert. Why on earth would he do something like that? She couldn't understand it....
"Mm. Spade's panties always smell kind of sweet. And lewd, too. Did you masturbate this morning?"
"I didn't. ...I do it at night, before bed."
"The smell's pretty faint for that. You changed into fresh ones this morning, huh?"
"Yes."
"That's no good. From now on, don't change them. Come wearing the same ones you had on at night. Got it? It'll save on laundry too."
If he was going to keep taking her panties like this, the amount of laundry probably wouldn't change much anyway.
The sarcastic thought crossed her mind, but she swallowed it and simply nodded.
No. 13 wasn't satisfied with just enjoying her panties. He stepped closer and slipped his hand under her skirt.
His fingers directly groped her bare ass, stroking it in circles... then slid down between her thighs to her crotch, rubbing along the secret crevice.
His thick, large hand kneaded and squeezed the soft, warm flesh of her labia.
That alone was enough to make heat rush through Spade's entire body, and a strange ache began to throb in her pussy and womb.
Her crotch reacted on its own, secreting lewd fluids.
"Ah... hng...♡"
A sigh escaped her lips before she could stop it.
No. 13 pushed a finger into her crevice and rubbed it, briefly slipping two knuckles deep into her hole before pulling it out.
He held his hand up in front of Spade's face, showing her the glistening juices on his fingers.
"You're wet again today, Spade. And you're supposed to be a hero."
"...I'm sorry."
"Don't be. No need to apologize. Even heroes can get horny. Other people can't, but in front of me, it's fine if you're lewd."
No. 13 smiled warmly as he spoke, then pulled Spade into a hug and gave her a light kiss.
After a short but deep kiss, he gave her ass a light slap over her skirt and walked off down the hallway.
"Ah, I'm keeping these panties, so you'll have to go without for the rest of the day. No point wasting time going back to change into a new pair, right?"
And so, Spade spent the entire day without panties.
She felt resentful in many ways, but she couldn't voice it or resist.
Really... she just didn't like that man.
* * *
There was another reason Spade's mood was poor.
It was because of the villain No. 13—her rival, for lack of a better word—and the organization he belonged to, Abyss.
Not long ago, Villain No. 13 had lost his powers, and thanks to that, Spade had managed to subdue him.
Their relationship had been antagonistic due to various grudges and incidents, so defeating him and forcing him to submit had felt incredibly satisfying.
However, after escaping, No. 13 had gone quiet for a while before resuming his activities. On top of large-scale terrorist operations, he had even kidnapped members of the 7th Division.
The kidnapped members had been safely recovered, but No. 13's whereabouts remained unknown.
In the meantime, terrorist activities suspected to be connected to Abyss had resumed recently.
Their operations seemed to precisely target the 7th Division's weak points, and even when the team was dispatched, they frequently failed to catch the ringleader, No. 13.
She had felt certain they could catch him, but every so often, her memory would cut out and he would slip away.
Fortunately, their terrorism hadn't caused any serious casualties, but that was only because their goal was to draw attention rather than inflict harm.
If they had carried out even slightly more dangerous attacks, the situation would have become truly dire.
...Though that overly timid man probably wouldn't go that far.
Thanks to all this, the 7th Division had already become a laughingstock in many ways.
Perhaps inspired by Abyss's success, various small-time villain organizations had started attempting terrorism without thinking, which had also kept the 7th Division busy lately.
Excluding Abyss, they had suppressed all the others without issue, and their villain subjugation count had reached an all-time high for the past year.
Still, that fact only made Spade's mood worse in every way.
Perhaps that was another reason she couldn't help but dislike Administrator No. 13. He resembled Villain No. 13. No, he looked exactly like him. Though there was no way that could actually be the case.
'Anyway, this attitude isn't good. I need to try harder to like him. I'm a hero, after all. I should be more diligent and persevere.'
Spade thought virtuously to herself and steeled her resolve once more.
Without ever realizing that there was something wrong with her common sense and her perception of No. 13.