Hero Spade Sacrifices for the Hostage (Spade - Brainwashed First Sex) (6)
With a wet schlorp..., Villain No. 13 withdrew his penis from Spade's vulgarly splayed pussy, her ass still thrust high in the air. A thick strand of semen stretched between his cock and her entrance, just like before.
Her pussy, held wide open. When No. 13 spread it apart with his fingers, the creamy fluid that had bloated her insides soon overflowed in a reverse gush. Glorp... glorp... Semen leaked from her pussy in lewd spurts. No. 13 savored the obscene sight to his heart's content, even snapping photos with the smartphone he'd set aside.
He had no intention of sharing them with anyone else, but he wanted to preserve this monumental moment somehow—even if just as pictures. Spade's first sex. Her first creampie. By Villain No. 13. Riding the momentum, he'd raw-dogged her into a creampie, and on the third round at that, with semen so thick and heavy. But it should be fine. Awakeners had to go through complicated procedures to get pregnant. No way she'd knock up from this.
"Felt good, didn't it, Spade? Yeah. For your first time, you did amazing. Seriously, it felt really good."
No. 13 lightly fondled the large, quivering ass cheeks trembling right in front of him. Moments later, Spade collapsed as if she'd lost all strength.
Leaving her like that, No. 13 checked the time, then pulled a bottle of brainwashing drug and a handkerchief from his nearby bag. Using it too often wasn't ideal, but after showing her the initial hypnosis video and letting enough time pass, it should be okay. He soaked the handkerchief generously with the drug and approached Spade, sprawled face-down on the bed.
"Come on, Spade. Spade. Lift your head."
"Ah... heh...?"
Spade raised her head. No. 13 clamped the drug-soaked cloth over her mouth. Her eyes flew wide, her body tensing, but whether from lack of strength or dulled cognition, she didn't resist. Soon, the light faded from her eyes, her eyelids drooping shut.
To be thorough, No. 13 let her inhale a bit longer before removing the cloth.
"...Good."
Spade had slipped reliably back into hypnosis. Confirming it, No. 13 let out a sigh of relief.
Brainwashing was alluring, no doubt, but it came with more considerations than he'd expected. Even accounting for that, it had still been a thrilling experience.
To think he could fuck a hero like this and make her feel so good. But he couldn't stop here. Fucking Spade was just his personal indulgence—what he had to do was something else entirely. From now on, he'd use this brainwashed hero for far greater things.
What those things would be... well, he'd figure that out soon enough. He still wasn't sure.
Sorry about this, Spade.
All sorts of dirty work. Betrayal, spying, snitching—that kind of thing. He'd have to make this justice-driven hero do it all. Force her to sell out her comrades with her own hands.
No. 13 was a person before he was a villain. He had ordinary emotions. Sure, circumstances had turned him villainous, but that didn't mean he lacked empathy. From here on, he'd feel pangs of guilt over what he made her do. If she ever learned the truth, it might shatter her completely.
But. But now wasn't the time for soft-heartedness. When he had power, maybe he could've been choosy about his methods. Powerless as he was, though, he couldn't afford such luxuries. To protect his nest, his precious things—he had to do the unthinkable, no matter how much it went against common sense.
Even if it meant destroying what she held dear. No choice....
—He had to become a thorough villain.
"Spade, listen carefully from now on and etch my words into your mind."
"First, forget everything that happened today. It was all a dream. Pretend it never occurred. No need to remember a thing...."
No. 13 steeled himself with those self-directed murmurs, then addressed Spade again. He erased the "do anything for the hostage" suggestion and implanted new ones in its place. Ones that let him wield her like a limb whenever he wanted. He could handle her conveniently now. He brainwashed her anew, deeper than before—more insidious, more cunning....
Drawing her in, seducing her soul. For the sake of what lay ahead. For the survival and gain of the villain organization Abyss. The hero would be thoroughly used up....
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"...I'm beat."
He'd re-brainwashed Spade and sent her off with Apple after unbinding her. There'd been that hilarious mishap where Apple, still restrained, had gotten so worked up masturbating it turned into a spectacle—but no need to dwell on that.
Now, alone in the space the heroes had vacated, No. 13 flopped onto the worn sofa like dead weight. Ahh, talk about bad for the heart. It had drained him mentally in every way.
Brainwashing wasn't as convenient or omnipotent as he'd thought. Complicated, finicky, skill-intensive, full of restrictions. He'd managed to brainwash Spade this time, but to handle her more freely, he'd need repeated meetings and reinforcements. The thought of doing this over and over made his head spin.
At least there was the "reward"—sex with a hero. Without that pleasure, he'd have given up without a second thought.
Well... take it slow.
Even if I thought I couldn't again, today was a blast.
Sex after so long, but more than that—fucking that hero...
Been too busy as a villain, no decent partners, so I'd been handling it solo.
The room still lingered with traces of the recent act and its musky scent. Inhaling it again, No. 13 replayed the moments in his mind. The hero he'd clashed with so often as arch-enemies—yet so fragile and delicate this time. Jerking and writhing on his cock, moaning like a slut. That pathetic hero's image burned vividly behind his eyelids.
It had been pure bliss. Sure, the road ahead was risky. Walking on thin ice, tightropes over cliffs—that'd be the norm.
But if the payoff included fucking beautiful, alluring heroes... it was worth staking his life on. He'd push harder. He had to.
"Hm...?"
Click...
Lost in thought, No. 13 caught footsteps outside the door and grabbed the gun beside him.
His constellation's whims had cut off the mana for his ability. Without powers, he was just a regular guy. Hence, the gun.
Spade and Apple left ages ago.
Did a hero stick around?
Someone might've gotten suspicious about Spade and Apple's absence and come sniffing. Tense, No. 13 approached the door without lowering his aim.
Suddenly, a knock: rap rap.
"Villain No. 13, sir. It's me~ May I come in~?"
A voice he'd never heard. High and thin, even muffled through the door—but no clue who it could be.
"It's meee~ Don't you recognize me~?"
Not some scam like "it's your long-lost cousin." Obviously. But still, no guesses.
Even so, the vibe and tone sparked a fleeting suspicion, but No. 13 shook his head. No way. Impossible. Absurd.
Gun still trained ahead, he reached out from a step back and cautiously cracked the door. A head peeked in through the gap.
The figure who appeared was a woman with shimmering silver hair. She looked around Spade's age, maybe a year or two older—an adult woman with striking peach-colored eyes and an air of profound mystery. Definitely a stranger. Someone this pretty and enigmatic would've stuck in his memory.
"Hands up. Move and I shoot. Who are you? Hero? Villain Alliance? Which side?"
She looked harmless enough, but No. 13 knew appearances deceived. He stayed vigilant, gun steady. He wouldn't kill, but any funny business and she'd be neutralized.
Oddly, even with the barrel aimed at her, the silver-haired intruder just smiled. She raised both hands to show no threat.
"Oh, come on. You really don't recognize me? I thought our bond was so deep you'd know me even if I looked different...."
"...What the hell are you talking about?"
"It's me, me! Really don't know~?"
Undaunted by the gun, the silver-haired beauty blushed faintly as she introduced herself, her face like a girl in love....
"I'm your Advisor."
"Your loyal subordinate. Abyss's brain."
"Your Advisor has come here for you."
The silver-haired beauty—who called herself the Advisor—said it all with cheeks flushed like a lovestruck maiden.