Hero Spade Sacrifices for Her Hostage (Spade's First Brainwashing Sex) (7)
“Spade? Spadeee~?”
“……Ugh… Yeah…?”
The sensation of someone gripping her shoulders and shaking her gently roused Spade from her haze. For some reason, her head felt foggy. Where… is this?
Looking around, she realized she was standing in front of an abandoned factory. And right beside her was her fellow Seventh Squad member, Apple.
“Are you okay, Spade? You were just standing there all spaced out.”
Apple was gazing at her with worried eyes. Why’s she looking at me like that? I’m fine…
No, my head’s a little… dizzy.
Spade pressed her temples, trying to clear her mind. Memories slowly sharpened into focus.
Right. I came here alone to rescue Apple… after Villain No. 13’s threat.
She’d tracked Apple down… gotten trapped in the warehouse room inside… some kind of gas had filled the air… But she’d smashed through No. 13’s scheme head-on…
Yeah… I definitely knocked him out cold.
I went to free Apple, and when I came back… he’d already slipped away.
She’d thought he was out for the count, but maybe he’d had some protective gear under his clothes. Either way, she’d definitely taken him down, even if he’d escaped before she could cuff him.
That’s how it went, right?
“Yeah, yeah… Oh, right! Apple! You okay?!”
“Eek?! S-Spade… you scared me…”
Spade suddenly snapped her head up and grabbed Apple’s shoulders firmly, making the other woman yelp. But Apple looked unharmed, not a scratch on her. And from her own mouth, she’d said nothing else had happened to her.
Which meant the whole hostage stunt had been just to lure Spade out alone…
Getting this kind of love call from a lowlife villain? Not thrilled about it.
She half-jokingly thought that, but it was a relief that No. 13 had targeted only her.
No, in this case, Apple got put in danger because of me… I should be the one apologizing.
“Spade? What’re you thinking about?”
“Nothing… I just feel bad. It’s like you went through this because of me…”
“How is this your fault? Well… there’s a lot I want to say, but for now—thank you so much for saving me.”
Apple’s soft smile, warm as sunlight, filled Spade with a swell of pride. She’d let that villain bastard slip away… but there’d be another chance.
Bzzzzt bzzzzt bzzzzt.
At that moment, her small hip pouch vibrated wildly. Her smartphone. The caller was her squadmate, Club. She’d asked for backup if no word by the agreed time, just in case.
But everything had ended fine—no need now.
Still, what’s this? My mouth feels… gritty, like it’s coated in soot… rough.
And my body smells weird… sour? Fishy?
And down there… it kinda hurts? Or… something unfamiliar?
Something felt off all around, but Spade reported the resolution to Club as-is. Back at the Seventh Squad base with Apple, her report didn’t include anything extra.
That day ended smoothly: Spade’s victory, Apple safe and sound. Aside from Apple starting self-defense lessons as a follow-up—since she wasn’t much of a fighter—it faded into just another minor incident.
And right after Spade and Apple left the warehouse room.
“Don’t bullshit me. You cut off your own arm? The Advisor I know is a guy.”
No time to savor his close-call victory over the hero—Villain No. 13 was already grilling the silver-haired intruder with suspicious words, gun not even drawn, just a harsh glare.
“Her ridiculous joke drew a scowl from No. 13. “This is a woman no matter how you slice it. Lie again and you’re in trouble? I’ll jump you right here.”
“Eek~ That’d be a problem. I am No. 13’s Advisor.”
No, that’s what I’m saying—you’re not the Advisor. You’re someone else. A woman. Proving that just proves you’re not the male Advisor I know.
“Even if you say that, I am the Advisor. The one you knew? That was my fake body.”
“Fake body…?”
“Yes, fake body.”
The Advisor smiled as she said it. As a member of Abyss, she was an Awakener who wielded abilities dubbed “magic”—No. 13 knew hers: shadow manipulation, puppet creation and control. More interference and support than direct offense.
But nothing like what she was claiming now.
“I never mentioned it. It’s my ace in the hole—couldn’t just blab about it.”
She said it so confidently there was no arguing.
“…So this is your real body?”
“Who knows? Wanna guess?”
She replied playfully.
“If I said this body’s the real one, and I’ve actually been a woman all along… would you believe me?”
No. 13 stared at her for a moment, then sighed and shook his head.
No clue. Even if she said it herself, how could he trust it? After nearly three years as “friends” with the male Advisor, either way was hard to swallow right now.
So, table it for later. They wrapped up the topic.
Some unease lingered, but…
“Anyway,” the Advisor said, lightening the mood and steering to the main point.
“You took down Spade without a hitch. As expected of No. 13.”
Clap clap clap clap clap clap!
She applauded with her slender, delicate white hands—every bit the woman—praising him.
“You watched it all?”
“Not everything, but I heard the sounds.”
She brushed back her neat bob haircut, revealing a wireless earpiece in her left ear.
“Listening in case of emergencies. Planted a bug on that belt of yours.”
The belt she pointed to was a birthday gift he’d given her ages ago. Planting a prank like that? Absurd—he couldn’t even chew her out.
Before he could, she pressed on.
“Got the photo for the Villain Union report?”
“Here.”
No. 13 pulled out his smartphone, showing a pic snapped just before sending Spade off: the two of them pressed close like lovers, kissing, nuzzling cheeks.
Fake evidence that “No. 13 is dating Seventh Squad’s Spade.” He wasn’t spilling his ace—brainwashing—to the Union, so a fabricated report it was.
Dating Spade in secret, using her to steal Seventh Squad intel and strike from within… something like that.
No nudes or sex pics since it’d go public-ish, but these shots sold the romance no problem.
Spade had no idea she’d become a villain’s girlfriend. What could a defeated hero complain about? She’d never know unless told.
No big deal.
“Even knowing it’s a lie that that hero’s your lover pisses me off… but anyway, this gets us past the meeting smooth.”
Mission accomplished, sure. But too early to celebrate—the Advisor whipped out a notepad and pen, scribbling swiftly.
“Even clearing this meeting, if we don’t produce results by the next, questions will come up.”
“That’s why we’re planning now.”
“This field test showed brainwashing’s real potential.”
“As you know, our org’s on shaky ground.”
“No rest for us. Let’s push together.”
Done writing, she tilted the notepad toward him. Her elegant script listed everything she’d just explained.
And below, in extra-large letters—
“Next target: this woman. Sound good?”
[CLUB]
(circled boldly)
—the words “Club” stood out, encircled hugely on the page.