Kidnapped Hero and Brainwashing Interrogation (Club - Unresisting Sex) (4)
"Become a villain.Become our comrade."
Villain No. 13's proposal. Club recalled its meaning once more in her mind. But she didn't need to think long. The answer was already there. No matter what No. 13 said, she wouldn't waver.
"So, Club, what do you say? I think you'd do just fine as a villain. Hell, you'd probably have way more fun than you do now."
No. 13 said. And at his words, Club's gaze, which had been fixed on the glass of liquor below, lifted again. Her stubborn eyes, reminiscent of a cat's, glared at No. 13 as if piercing right through him.
"I refuse."
She stated firmly. Rejecting No. 13's proposal.
"...Did I hear that wrong? Is that what I think I heard?"
"You heard right. I refuse, you deaf villain. Idiot. Scum. Vermin."
Seizing the moment, Club unleashed a barrage of insults. For an instant, No. 13's face twisted sour as he glared at her amid the abuse.
"...I said you could take your time answering. A month grace period, decide after that."
"Doesn't that still mean I have to answer right now about serving you all for that month? Sounds like you're forcing an answer out of me either way."
"If you need time to think, I can give you that. Three days? No, a week? That should be plenty."
"Doesn't matter. Whether tomorrow, a month from now, or right this second—my answer's the same."
Club declared with unshakable resolve, standing tall.
"I'm a hero. I'd die before becoming some villain. I don't care how grand or compelling or relatable your ideology is."
She had no intention of betraying her comrades. Even if they were being manipulated, there was Senior Spade, the other seniors and comrades, and even Captain Rahe. She wanted to be a hero of justice. Rather than achieving her desires as a villain and claiming rights, she preferred standing on the side that protected people, followed the rules, and bore the name of justice.
And more than anything. Above all else.
"As a hero, I'll reach S-rank faster than any of my peers! I'll rack up achievements and climb to the position I want!"
"Once I set a goal, I never abandon it midway! No matter what happens, that won't change!"
"Because that's the path my guiding constellation desires!"
Club proclaimed at length. The constellation's guidance. The constellation's will. Awakeners' life directions were set by the constellations that contacted them and granted power. That direction couldn't be altered by human will or personal choice. It wasn't something ethics or morality could suppress.
Some say Awakeners are all—"psychos."
Awakeners are ruled their entire lives by what are called complexes—trials, obsessions, impulses bestowed by their constellations. Even if negative, they had no choice but to follow. Be it violence, fraud, gambling, murder...
They couldn't resist. That's why Awakeners aren't properly accepted in modern society. That's why they lack human rights in this country. Unable to control themselves, they don't even need rules—they're no different from beasts. That's the verdict.
And as Club claimed, "seeing a goal through to the end" was undoubtedly her complex. Perfect for an archer who must always hit her mark, blessed by the Archer constellation high in the sky.
"...Yeah. No point saying more."
No. 13 sighed. He refilled his glass. When it was half full, the bottle ran dry. Without adding more ice, he downed the contents in one go. Strong stuff, but he didn't care.
"Fine. If you regret it later, too bad. If you wanna change your mind, now's your last chance."
"Won't happen. I won't regret not becoming a villain! One day, I'll definitely—definitely find my freedom and rip your throat out!"
And, Club continued.
"Even if I betrayed the heroes, I'd just get beaten to death by Captain Rahe afterward. You know how terrifying our captain is, right?"
Club said triumphantly. No. 13 knew well about the 7th Squad's captain, Rahe. Any villain operating in S City knew of her. Nicknames like "Ice Witch," "Villain's End," "Slaughterer"—a terrifying woman covered in them.
Club's unhesitating refusal surely stemmed partly from certainty that No. 13 would be utterly crushed by Captain Rahe later.
No point in more talk. Judging that, No. 13 set down his glass and sauntered back to the counter. He fetched something and returned. From where he'd gotten the blanket earlier, this time it was a bright red collar fit for a pet, with a thin chain leash attached.
No. 13 fastened the collar around Club's slender neck. Then he snatched away the blanket she'd wrapped around herself. Club couldn't resist. The command "act freely" didn't include freedom to resist No. 13.
In an instant, she was stripped naked, collared. Next, No. 13 ordered her off the chair to kneel. As expected, Club obeyed without resistance.
"Urgh...! No. 13...!"
"No choice now. I hoped you'd come around, but honestly, this is easier for me. Less headache. Plus, Dorothy and the Advisor hold grudges."
Going the persuasion route was the boss's wish. No. 13 had prioritized Violet's desire over Dorothy and the Advisor's resentment. But Club had kicked away the boss's recognition, that generous offer.
Then No. 13 had no reason to hold back. He'd do as he pleased.
"Alright, Club. From now on, you're a prisoner slave of our organization, Abyss—and me. You'll be an obedient pet like at the department store, a meat doll following orders, a loyal soldier, and a guinea pig for various brainwashing experiments."
"And above all, my personal cum dump toilet."
"No guilt here. You rejected our consideration first."
"And above all, I'm a villain."
Villains are evildoers. Villains can do any evil because they're villains. That's what makes them villains. That's their reason for being. No rules, no need for mercy, consideration, ethics, or morals.
Because they're villains.
"That's the vibe, so let's get along, Club. ...Let's have lots of fun and happiness together from now on."
Club could only glare up at him bitterly amid the sinister atmosphere and the inescapable pressure. The bright red leather collar around her neck asserted its undeniable presence....
* * *
Thus, the hero Club—now sentenced to be a villain's prisoner slave—was immediately subjected to No. 13's violation right there.
No. 13 embraced the powerless Club, who couldn't resist no matter what, from behind. His hands roamed her body freely. Right now, they fondled her modest breasts. Those pitiful, modest mounds that surprisingly felt soft and perky to the touch. He kneaded them from base to tip, stroking upward, then caressed her areolas and rubbed her nipples in circles.
His touch wasn't rough at all—gentle, delicate, almost tender. Yet for some reason, Club's body reacted with absurd sensitivity to the stimulation.
Specifically, every time No. 13 toyed with her breasts, it felt like he was touching her nerves directly—a constant shiver running through her. She'd felt it earlier when the Advisor teased her nipples, but now under No. 13's thick, manly adult hands, it was at least twice—no, several times more pleasurable.
This is weird. So weird. Really.
"Eugh... Stop... Please stop... I said stop...!"
"Why would I? You're a hero who rejected our offer and stayed our enemy."
"F-Fuck... You petty, perverted bastard...!"
Club spat curses. But they lacked force. Just having her nipples kneaded drained her strength. Honestly, she couldn't relax—if her focus slipped even a little, she might cum from her nipples alone.
"Now, now, let this No. 13 pamper your cute little tits and adorable nipples. Be grateful and happy every time I touch them. Got it?"
Like hell I'm grateful. Like hell I'm happy. Club thought. But her body took it as a command and obeyed on its own.
Suddenly, an even greater surge of pleasure welled up from his nipple play, and gratitude bubbled in her mind. She didn't want this. She didn't want any of it! Ridiculous! Happy from this man's hands? Grateful? No way...!
"Ah, ah, aaah...!"
Held from behind by No. 13, as he pinched, twisted, kneaded, and rubbed her nipples wildly. Amid the confusion and crashing pleasure, she climaxed from that alone.
Not just her nipples—even deep in her lower belly, her womanly core tingled, delivering a light but unmistakable orgasmic bliss inside her.
It was her first time climaxing from nipples alone...