A Fallen Villain's New Beginning (2)
"Come on, you have to show at least some manly side to you. Is that all you can do, just clinging to a woman's legs? Pathetic! Whatever, just follow me!"
Dorothy spat out her scathing words but rose from her seat and strode off somewhere. She was heading to her lab connected to the room. As she unlocked the door with fingerprint recognition, she warned him like she was laying down the law.
"Let me say it one more time: I don't know any way to fix your problem right now."
"The most I can do is barely keep you from getting expelled from the Villain Union."
There was no way to restore his powers. Dorothy hammered that point home again as she led No. 13 into her lab.
* * *
Right now, half the organization's funds came from distributing Dorothy's inventions. That had been true even before two months ago, when the group was still thriving.
Dorothy's inventions were that impressive.
Her lab had been built with special care for that reason. Just stepping over the threshold made it feel like entering another world.
The lab was crammed with unidentified gadgets and chemicals everywhere. She sternly warned him not to touch anything carelessly.
"This way."
The place Dorothy led him to was an even deeper experimental room. After punching in a code, a heavy door slid open, revealing a dimly lit chamber beyond.
And at its center...
"…………………Huh?"
He first recognized her as a woman slumped limply in a chair, restrained and head bowed.
Then he noticed the uniform she wore—it looked familiar somehow.
No way... this woman...?
"A hero?!"
"That's right. A hero from the 7th Squad."
Dorothy tapped the chest area of the bowed woman. Sure enough, the embroidery featured the number and emblem signifying the 7th Squad.
Her magnificent bosom, hugged by the uniform, rose and fell gently—she seemed to be merely asleep.
It wasn't Spade, the hero who'd reduced him to that state, thankfully. Her dyed hair was simply braided back. Large round glasses.
No. 13 had mainly operated in S City under the 7th Squad's jurisdiction, but he had no memory of this woman.
Never seen her before.
"Of course not. She's in administration. She'd have been holed up in an office, so no reason to cross paths."
Makes sense—she never went out into the field. Like Dorothy here, some Awakeners lacked combat abilities.
This woman was probably the same. She could be a civilian working for the Hero Association, but then she wouldn't be wearing a hero's exclusive uniform.
She had to be an Awakener.
"Then this is seriously impressive...? How'd you catch a hero?"
"Eh, somehow."
Her tone held no brag, but her smug smile and attitude screamed confidence, practically begging for praise. He found himself petting her head without thinking, only for her to shriek and slap his hand away.
"Anyway, perfect. If we hand her over to the Union side...!"
"Idiot. You think it'll be that easy?"
Dorothy cut him off, her face sour—probably still annoyed from earlier.
"She's just a D-rank hero. Barely a low-level one."
He knew F-rank was the absolute bottom, trainee-level fresh heroes. D-rank wasn't the lowest, but was she really that significant?
Handing over a woman like this might not cut it as a achievement for the Union.
"Plus, dodging it this once doesn't solve anything. Union meetings happen regularly."
True. No. 13 nodded in agreement.
He needed to think longer-term for the future. But how?
"Watch closely. That's why I brought you here."
Dorothy declared triumphantly, flipping a switch on the chair to release the restraints on the captive hero.
Then she leaned in and whispered something quietly into the bowed woman's ear.
What was she saying? What was she even doing?
As he watched in confusion...
"………."
The hero's chin twitched, her eyes slowly opening.
He'd expected her to freak out and cause a scene once she woke up. That's why he'd been puzzled by Dorothy releasing the restraints.
But even after regaining consciousness, the hero just kept her head bowed, unmoving.
Still half-asleep? But then...
"Wake up."
At Dorothy's command, the hero who had just opened her eyes stood right up.
Huh? What? Did she just stand because Dorothy told her to?
"Introduce yourself."
Dorothy said curtly again. The hero, standing blankly like a doll, slowly opened her mouth and began speaking in halting fragments.
She was a hero from the 7th Squad. Her code name was Apple.
She listed her duties, preferences like age and hobbies, even her real name—everything, mumbling without omission.
...Huh? What...?
"Getting the picture?"
Dorothy patted the cheeks of the blankly standing hero like a doll, speaking in the tone of a teacher scolding a dim student.
"It's brainwashing. You get the gist, right?"
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Brainwashing, hypnosis, or mind control. In short, a vicious yet convenient technique to manipulate someone by tampering with their brain.
Normally, it required time, effort, and the right environment. But Dorothy had made it simple with her device, allowing control in short order with minimal hassle.
"For real?!"
"If I say it is, it is. Think I'd fake it?"
Dorothy issued a new order to the still-blank Apple.
Lift your skirt and show your underwear.
Apple did so without hesitation, eyes vacant, grabbing the hem of her skirt and lifting it.
Revealing pure white panties with a chaste vibe beneath, along with her snow-white thighs.
Ooooh...
"What, getting horny over this? Pervert."
"...Then don't show it..."
Dorothy scolded him as his gaze bored into the panties. As a man, how could he not look when it was right there?
Unfair.
"There are some side effects, but it's usable."
"Side effects?"
"...Probably due to how the brainwashing works, it ramps up the sexual centers a bit."
What did that mean? No. 13's confused look made Dorothy sigh.
"It makes them horny. Heightens sensitivity too. Data's still preliminary, but dosage-dependent, up to 17 times increase in sensitivity and libido confirmed."
"........"
Whoa, he muttered unconsciously.
17 times? No clue as a guy who didn't know female pleasure, but...
"Dorothy, with brainwashing, how far do the commands go?"
"How far? What's that supposed to mean?"
"...Like, can you order sexual service?"
Dorothy shot him a look of utter contempt at his offhand question.
Okay, fair, but brainwashing in games was usually for that. Natural to wonder if it worked here.
As he shot back an aggrieved look, Dorothy relented.
She sighed, sounding resigned.
"Fine, whatever. Yes, it's possible. Possible."
"...Oh."
"Trash attitude, but maybe that's better. Villain-like."
Dorothy said out of nowhere.
"What do you mean?"
"About what comes next. Using my tool means brainwashing heroes from now on, right?"
She continued.
"Trampling their personality, ignoring their lives, their very existence, destroying what's precious to them. Not something for someone with a normal moral compass."
"...That's."
"Not judging. It's necessary. If we don't, we die."
She was right. No. 13 had no other options left. No room to be picky.
"Apple, take off your top and bare your breasts."
Dorothy commanded suddenly. And Apple obeyed.
Undid the buttons on her uniform shirt without pause and shrugged it off.
Beneath was pure white underwear matching the panties. She removed that too, and heavy breasts bounced free.
Hero lady's dazzling white tits and nipples exposed shamelessly before No. 13.
Dorothy's orders didn't end there.
"Now, take off your skirt too. Panties down. And masturbate. Keep going until I say stop."
No. 13 was stunned.
But ignoring his shock, Apple complied obediently.
She shed her skirt like the top, panties dangling at her thighs, and began pleasuring herself with her own hand.
First time seeing a woman masturbate so raw, so explicit.
"This is what we'll do from now on. Trampling dignity, violating them—that's our job."
"......."
"That's it. If you can't, say so. If a villain like you wants to stay 'pure,' I'll let you go, no problem."
"You mocking me?"
"Depends how you take it."
Dorothy shrugged.
"Just sort your priorities. Again."
"We're in a do-or-die spot now. If you're soft, the boss is in danger too."
"So... don't hesitate to cross the line."
"If you've got any naive morals left, ditch them. Throw 'em in the trash."
"Become a thorough villain. Villain No. 13."
"...And shave that mustache."