The Toilet Hero Code of Conduct: Club's Commanded Submission (2)
Hero Club was a new recruit.
Being new meant she had to work even harder.
First impressions were everything. If she failed to leave a good one during her probationary period, that initial perception would stick with her forever.
'I already made a huge mistake not long ago.'
A hero who was supposed to arrest villains had instead been kidnapped by one. It was pure luck that she returned unharmed, but that mercy had come entirely from the villain's side. Under normal circumstances, she would have come back as a corpse.
Still, the disgrace had happened. After returning, she had been thoroughly scolded.
Being scolded was fine. It meant they still had expectations for her future. If they had simply said it was all right and moved on, Club would have wanted to die.
—It's okay. You're new. Everyone makes mistakes.
—But trust is easier to break than to build. ...Since you made a mistake, you'll just have to work that much harder.
—Everyone's counting on you. Especially the Captain—she values your passion highly. ...You couldn't control it properly this time, but if you channel it in the right direction, you'll accomplish great things.
Coco, her senior and mentor, had said those words. They were deeply grateful and warm, yet her eyes had carried a strictness as well. As if she were measuring Club's worth. As if she would be watching to see what Club did from now on.
'Spilled water can't be put back into the cup.'
'So I'll start over from the beginning... and do my best.'
What Club could do was follow even the smallest, most trivial rules with absolute thoroughness. Like laying bricks one by one, she would rebuild trust slowly but steadily.
To that end, she had to obey the newly issued Toilet Hero Code of Conduct without fail. After all, both the Administrator and Captain Rahe had emphasized how incredibly important it was.
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"Club. Organizing the warehouse, I see?"
"Yes, Administrator."
"Isn't there too much for one person? You should have asked for help."
"This is the kind of work a junior should handle. Besides, I have some free time since there are no missions right now."
Inside the 7th Division's base warehouse.
While Club was sorting things alone, the door opened and No. 13 stepped inside. The door clicked shut behind him. She even heard the sound of it being locked, but Club paid it no mind.
No. 13 approached her as she stacked books and wiped away dust with wet wipes. His hand naturally landed on her buttocks. Club still didn't react.
"You're wearing a skirt. You always used to wear pants."
"Well... because you told me to wear one, Administrator...."
"Good. Well done. Makes it easier to touch your ass."
His hand kneaded her buttocks slowly over the tight uniform skirt. Even though it was only through the fabric, Club felt a strange sensation creeping up her body. Her body reacted immediately—certain places growing firm or protruding sharply... that kind of feeling. Her temperature rose, and heat spread through her.
Despite the sudden contact and sexual harassment, Club offered no resistance. According to the Code of Conduct, the Administrator's sexual harassment was only natural, and she was obligated to accept it.
A superior sexually harassing her. This was normal. Common sense.
"Your chest is small, but your ass is pretty decent. Of course, I like small chests too. So don't get upset when I say that, all right?"
"...I'm not upset. More importantly, I need to finish organizing—"
"Yeah, yeah. Don't mind me. Keep going."
That wasn't what she had meant.
Club sighed quietly, realizing her intention hadn't come across. But it couldn't be helped. The behavioral guidelines she had been ordered to follow meant she could never refuse this kind of harassment of her own will.
Club pulled out a fresh wet wipe and continued dusting the books. They were old materials from an old warehouse, but whether they could be discarded wasn't for her to decide. She only needed to clean and sort them so her seniors or the Captain could check them easily later.
This kind of minor task was suitable for a new recruit who still had little work and plenty of free time.
"How diligent. Going out of your way to find something like this to do. You're definitely going to go far, Club."
"I don't think so. Not after making such a big mistake this time."
"Everyone makes mistakes. If anything, it's better that it happened while you were still new, right? No one goes through life without mistakes. Think of it as getting yours out of the way early."
"...Maybe."
He was saying nice things. Yet for some reason, hearing them from this man made her uncomfortable. Was it because he looked similar to the man who had kidnapped her?
At some point, Club's skirt had been removed. It hung carelessly over a nearby table while No. 13's sticky hands kneaded her buttocks, now covered only by her panties.
"Your panties have gotten lewder compared to before. You've got some sex appeal now."
"...That was an order too."
"You follow instructions well. Such a good girl."
"I'm not a girl. I'm a hero."
Dissatisfied with merely groping her over her panties, No. 13 pulled them down to her thighs and buried his face between her buttocks. Club felt self-conscious in many ways, but couldn't say anything and simply endured the embarrassment.
No. 13 pressed his face into her soft, plump cheeks, then checked the area between her legs. Her pubic area was cleanly shaved as instructed, leaving the cleft clearly visible. He lightly sniffed it, then licked upward. Club still offered no resistance.
No. 13 unbuttoned the top of Club's uniform as she focused on sorting and organizing the books. Beneath it peeked a cute, lewd bra matching her panties.
He unhooked the bra and pushed it up, then kneaded her exposed small breasts. It was less kneading and more rubbing. However, perhaps because her small chest was more sensitive, Club gave a clear reaction. Her face flushed red.
"Club. Do you even need a bra with a chest like this? You could probably go without."
"Hng... I need it. But if you order me to go without, I will...."
If it was an order, she couldn't help it, but she hoped he would spare her from that. Not for any other reason than that her nipples would show through her shirt and rub against the fabric.
No. 13 played with her nipples, and at times slipped his hand between her legs to rub her crotch and clitoris. Club could no longer stay calm. Her hips twitched involuntarily, her eyebrows furrowed, and she could no longer focus on organizing.
Especially the fingers rubbing her clit were hard to endure.
"Club, you're always so diligent. Impressive. Even now, you're just following your superior's orders, aren't you? Even while being treated like this."
"Hng... ah... hngh...♡"
"Cute. I love how hardworking you are, Club. You're really adorable. I like you a lot."
No. 13 whispered while groping her body and stroking her soft skin. He lightly nibbled her ear, then blew hot air into it. Club's body lost even more strength.
Organizing. She needed to organize. She wanted to focus on organizing.
"Club, Club. My hands are magic hands. Wherever they touch, it feels good. It feels better and better, becoming two or three times more sensitive than usual. Every time I touch you, your mind will fill with lewd thoughts. Club's insides are being filled with lewd feelings... being dyed by them...."
His voice whispered in her ear as if casting hypnosis. When he whispered like this while stimulating her ears, strangely enough, it became true. It always did.
And it was no different now.
"Nipples... my nipples... if you pinch them like that...."
"Haah...♡ Don't touch my clitoris like that...."
"Ah... ah... your fingers... in my pussy... ah... Administrator's... fingers... they're thick...."
Wherever No. 13's hands touched, pleasure became unbearable. It felt like her bones were melting, turning her body to mush. Her mind was starting to go strange too. She felt as if her vision was blurring.
She no longer had the luxury of organizing. Club leaned against the desk, simply enduring and accepting No. 13's touches and caresses on her body.
She had already climaxed once. From nothing more than this light petting....
Lick
"Ah...♡"
Her ear was stimulated again. Along with it came the same hypnotic voice as before.
"Club is small. Your chest is small, your body is small. That's why you long for big things. You love being held in my arms—arms that are bigger and firmer than yours. Because you're small. Small enough to fit completely inside me. Small things like being trapped inside big things."
The whispers reached her ears. As always, his words became truth.
I'm... I'm small. That's why I long for big things. Being held in this man's... large embrace would definitely feel good...!
No. 13 pulled Club's body into a tight hug, as if to let her know she was being embraced. He squeezed with all his strength.
That pressure, that enveloping sensation of being completely wrapped up, brought Club a new kind of rapture. It felt as though her body was becoming endlessly smaller while No. 13's body grew endlessly larger.
"Ah, ah...♡"
The shock and ecstasy were so overwhelming that Club climaxed just from being held in his arms. Her hips twitched, and love juices spurted from her pussy, dripping onto the floor with wet sounds.
No. 13 stimulated her ear with his mouth once more and whispered into it.
"Club. Take a break from organizing the warehouse and do something lewd with me. That would be fine, right? You're a good girl, so you won't disobey your superior's orders, will you?"
She must absolutely obey her superior's orders—especially those from Administrator No. 13. Furthermore, whenever the Administrator wished to relieve his sexual desires, she had a duty to voluntarily offer herself as his sexual relief personnel and serve him. This was only natural for a member of the 7th Division and a hero....
Club raised her trembling hand in salute without refusal and answered.