That Hero Steadily Falls into Depravity (1)
Villain No. 13 was undoubtedly a criminal. A villain deserving of utmost caution, trash to be despised. An enemy to hate, a fiend to exclude. Surely... that's how it should be.
"Glad you came again today, Spade. Good thing you didn't forget."
No. 13 spoke with evident satisfaction.
That's right. This wasn't her first time coming here.
Villain No. 13 grabbed the arm of the woman standing at the door and pulled her inside. Spade followed him obediently into the room. In a way that didn't suit the abandoned building, this space alone was furnished like a bedroom, with various items scattered about. Even so, aside from the bed, it was just curtains draped over the walls to give a cozy feel and a crude table and chairs—but that was enough to make it feel lived-in. Moreover, the only light source in this darkened space was the scented candle on the table, its flickering flame and aroma adding a soft, intimate touch to the atmosphere.
The fragrance filling the room tickled her nose.
Aah, right... this familiar scent...
Come to think of it... 'Why... am I here... what for...'
"Alright then, Spade, let's pick up where we left off like always. Strip."
Villain No. 13 kneaded her ass over her thin shorts as he spoke. Despite his words and rude touch, Spade showed no resistance, simply nodding with a "Yes."
It had been nearly a month since he'd brainwashed the A-rank hero Spade of the 7th Squad. During that time, No. 13 had manipulated her into these periodic meetings. First, to check and deepen her brainwashing. Second, to extract info from the 7th Squad and hero organization. And third, fourth, fifth—for using this woman to satisfy his lust.
As per No. 13's orders, and just like always, Spade stripped naked right there and immediately kissed him or let him fondle and tease her body with his hands.
Was it thanks to the brainwashing scented candle Dorothy had provided, filling the room with its aroma? Or because she'd been trained for so long? Spade reacted with surprising sensitivity, quickly getting aroused enough for her pussy juices to drip steadily.
(No. 13 was unaffected by the brainwashing candle, having taken the antidote beforehand.)
"Spade, your pussy juice is overflowing like crazy already? How long's it been, and you're like this. Bet you were looking forward to it the whole way here."
No. 13 mocked her as he watched Spade's fully aroused face and her cunt drooling juices like a bitch in heat. Spade neither affirmed nor denied it, just fidgeted helplessly.
No. 13 pinched and tugged her nipple hard again. A frail sigh escaped her lips—impossible to believe from the spirited hero.
"N-No. 13... ah..."
"Yeah, yeah. Speak up, Spade."
No. 13 kept toying with her nipple, rolling it between his fingers mockingly. Spade writhed from the nipple stimulation alone, yet kept calling his name. She seemed to want to say something, but the brainwashing candle must have clouded her mind; she just kept repeating his name.
In the meantime, No. 13's hand moved from her nipple to her clitoris—that cute little bean he'd already tormented plenty earlier. He scooped up some of the copious pussy juices she was leaking, smeared them on her clit, then gently stroked and caressed it.
As he teased that sensitive nub, a vulgar sigh slipped from Spade again amid the thrilling pleasure piercing her body.
"Hiiik... Feels good... so good... more, more... ah... do that thing... that..."
"What thing?"
"...Sex..."
She said it shyly, yet honestly. Her inhibitions must have evaporated under the candle's influence, letting her voice her desires plainly.
Even at her obedient confession, No. 13 kept rubbing her clit with an inscrutable expression. His fingers seemed to gain strength gradually, rubbing that spot ever more intensely.
Spade's breaths grew rougher. Her hips tried to flee his hand on instinct, but...
"Spade. Don't run. Thrust your hips out. Endure it. That's an order."
His solemn tone carried an irresistible pressure, forcing her to obey. She pushed her hips forward, making it easier for him to torment her clit.
'Ah... this position... the pleasure from my clit... shoots straight to my scalp, ah, aaaah...!'
Even more pathetic moans poured from her mouth. No. 13's relentless clit abuse continued. After rubbing it roughly for a while, he suddenly pinched and twisted her clitoris hard.
Spade's hips bucked, a short scream bursting out. He kept pinching it painfully for a moment, then switched back to soft, mushy caresses like before.
She trembled, begging him not to do it, please not to. The clit-twisting was too intense for her now.
"Hiiik... No. 13... No. 13... no... not that again... please, me..."
"......"
"Ah, aaaah...!! Kkiiieek...!!?"
He twisted her clit again. Her body convulsed. It hurt, yes—but an even greater pleasure surged inside her. She couldn't comprehend her own sensations.
His hand eased off her weak spot, resuming gentle strokes. Spade floundered, lost on what to do.
To her, No. 13—who'd been silent—finally spoke.
"Spade, Spade. You don't like it when it hurts here?"
"...Yeah... don't like..."
"Got it. I won't make it hurt anymore."
"R-Really?"
"Yeah, really. I don't want to do things you hate, Spade."
No. 13 added, "If you obey me, be a good girl, I won't hurt you. Got it?"
"Do what I say, move as I order, answer my questions honestly."
"If not, I'll have to hurt you again."
"You hate pain, right? You like pleasure better?"
"Be a good, obedient girl, and instead of pain, I'll give you tons of pleasure."
"You can do that, right?"
At his words, Spade nodded with a "Yes."
No. 13 pulled Spade into an embrace and sat with her on the bed, holding her from behind. His hand delved into her pussy, fingering her lewdly soaked folds. Each movement produced obscene squelching sounds, betraying her arousal. Occasionally he'd grope her tits or rub her clit teasingly like before.
Spade melted in his arms, sweetly moaning or shuddering helplessly as he played with her body.
"That's all? All the info you have on Club."
"Hic... ah... y-yes... that's... all... nothing... more..."
"Really? Or I'll punish you again?"
"Hiiik... i-it's true... really... no lies..."
The info from Spade matched mostly what he'd gotten from Apple. Club was new to the 7th Squad, so even her comrades didn't know much.
Spade worked with her often, so he'd hoped for better intel, but no such luck.
How did Club figure out where Dorothy and I were back then?
Clairvoyance? But it doesn't see everything. If it were true omniscience, too many things wouldn't add up. She should've spotted the flashbang. And if it were that cheat-level, she wouldn't be stuck at C-rank—no way for me to counter it either. So I want her ability's mechanics, limits, and ideally weaknesses... Was I too greedy?
"...Oh, right."
As he felt a bit disappointed, Spade murmured like something just occurred to her. No. 13 stirred her pussy with his fingers again, drawing sweet moans from her.
"When I was on missions with Club, this happened—"
Nothing major, something to brush off. But Spade relayed it anyway.
No. 13 listened intently, then pondered deeply before muttering, "...So that's it?"
Something clicked in his mind.
Spade looked puzzled, not understanding, but he had no intention of explaining. Still, he wore a satisfied smile. Seeing him pleased made her happy too.
"Was that... helpful?"
"Gave me a hypothesis. No, it's gotta be right. You did good, Spade."
No. 13 kissed her lips in praise. Spade joyfully accepted it.