That Heroine Becomes the Villain's Captive Slave (Club: Sexually Harassed at the Workplace) (1)
With that final phone call, the Advisor departed. Before leaving, she had unlocked Club's handcuffs and iron collar, then explained that underwear and clothes were prepared in the drawer, along with simple rules for staying here.
Left alone after the Advisor left, Club first put on the prepared clothes. The underwear and outfit fit her perfectly, which somehow bothered her. How do they know my size...
With nothing much else to do, she lay down on the bed. Her body felt strangely fatigued. It was only natural after the intense night she'd had.
I'll be staying here for a while, huh.
She recalled Captain Rahe's voice from the call moments ago, imprinting her orders firmly in her mind. Living here, obeying Villain No. 13's commands—none of it sat right with her, but she had no choice. It was an order, after all. She had to obey.
Rising from the bed, she glanced around the room. It was about the size of a studio apartment—not too big, not too small. The wallpaper had a fresh, soft feel that wasn't claustrophobic, paired with simple furniture and pretty pots growing herbs and other plants. But no matter how cozy it seemed, she couldn't shake the suffocating vibe entirely. That was because the window that should have been on the far wall was sealed shut with thick iron plating. Even someone with Spade-senpai's superhuman strength might not be able to pry it off.
The only exit was locked from the outside, as far as she could tell, leaving Club no way to open it. The handcuffs had been removed, but it didn't matter either way—they were meaningless here. Escape was impossible in this setup.
As the Advisor had said, she could just watch and wait, and they'd move her to another room if needed.
Well, it's not uncomfortable for sleeping. And I have time alone.
Having a personal space is a good thing. Gives me a chance to think about escape routes.
It was Captain's order, so for now, she'd play along as they wanted. She'd follow whatever commands or instructions came her way. But she wasn't planning to just lie there waiting for her comrades to rescue her.
The Captain's warning during the call had only been not to harm the villains. She hadn't said anything about not escaping. Of course not—the Advisor and Villain No. 13, members of the organization, were listening. It had to be an implicit message: read between the lines.
So, for now...
She'd live here. Gain their trust as much as possible, avoid suspicion. Settle in, then seize an escape opportunity. If she could gather useful intel along the way, even better. Then it might be treated as an "undercover investigation" instead of just a kidnapping.
Turn crisis into opportunity, right? She wasn't settling for just falling down and getting back up. She'd pick up that 500-won coin off the floor while she was at it.
With that resolve, she felt a spark of motivation. She'd make the most of life here.
Villain No. 13 arrived that afternoon. He must have already heard from the Advisor about what had happened and the call with Rahe.
He immediately held out some clothes to Club.
"Change into this."
"...What's this?"
"Work uniform. Perfect for the job you'll be doing from now on."
Perfect? But this is... She had plenty she wanted to say, but no choice. Club sighed and took the clothes.
"...? Why are you just standing there? Go on, change."
"Why should I leave?"
"I'm changing clothes, duh?"
Club growled, but No. 13 just casually pulled up a chair and sat beside her.
"I said change. Right here in front of me."
"No...!"
"What are you on about now? After last night, all hot and heavy. You think I haven't seen every inch of you? I observed you inside and out, corner to corner."
"......."
Club's face flushed red. Her lips pouted in dissatisfaction. But his next words left her unable to stubborn it out any longer.
"It's an order, Club. Change right here. Your respected Captain said to obey any command from me, even embarrassing requests, right?"
She wanted to snap that he shouldn't speak of the Captain like that, but she held back. He was right, after all. That's what Captain Rahe had ordered.
Even if it was humiliating, she had to obey for now.
With a sigh, Club began undressing in front of No. 13. Pervertedly enough, he'd even picked out her underwear—thin lace that was almost see-through, with minimal coverage. She pulled the panties up as high as she could, but the low-rise style still left more than half her ass exposed. Bending over even slightly would probably flash her most shameful hole.
Hesitating in embarrassment at this unfamiliar panty style, she caught No. 13 smirking as he watched. Annoyed, she tried not to show her shame and finished dressing. Garter belt and stockings over the panties, then a frilly dress-like top, and finally the apron and headpiece...
She'd donned what was commonly called a maid outfit—a full-on servant's uniform. The underwear fit like a glove, and so did the rest, which only made her blood boil more.
"...I noticed when I saw the clothes in the room drawer, but how do you know my size?"
"I measured you myself. While you were asleep."
"......."
Imagining him draping a measuring tape over her unconscious, naked body...
Perverted bastard.
The thought made her flush with anger again. But no helping it. Captain Rahe had ordered no resistance.
"Yeah, I picked 'em out, but they suit you well. With your short hair and flat chest, you look like a pretty boy in a t-shirt and pants. The frills finally make you look like a girl. Congrats."
"...I'll kill you. For real."
"You still wearing that?"
No. 13 pointed at her neck. The red collar he'd put on her the day before was still there. They'd removed it to wash her body after moving her here, but without any instruction, she'd put it back on herself.
"...That woman said it was from you, so don't forget to wear it... Except when washing or sleeping, always keep it on..."
"That woman" meant the Advisor. No. 13 grinned, clearly pleased with Club wearing the collar voluntarily.
Unable to stand his face, Club turned away in disgust.
"Anyway, come on out. Time to tell my temporary colleague what her job is."
"I'm not your colleague. Don't call me that. I'll follow orders because of Captain's command, but I'll die before becoming a villain's ally."
"How about 'gofer' then?"
"...Call me whatever you want."
Club followed No. 13 into the hallway, looking somewhat displeased.
"...No way."
Club muttered blankly, mop in hand. A long hallway stretched before her.
"What's 'no way'? I'm feeding and housing you, so you've gotta earn it. Or were you planning to just roll around in your room all day?"
No. 13 stood beside her, also holding a mop. The headscarf, apron, rubber gloves—her full getup gave her plenty to complain about.
Club's first order as a temporary Abyss member? Unbelievably, it was cleaning the base.
"It's a five-story above-ground, three-story underground building. Four of us using it, but I'm the only one stuck with cleaning. Perfect timing for extra hands."
For a split second, No. 13 dropped his usual laid-back smugness, his face turning cynical and world-weary. Club had so many things she wanted to say—truly, so many—but she didn't know where to start.
Above all, it pissed her off that this villain who'd subjugated her was secretly the base's beleaguered janitor, drowning in chores every day. Villain my ass.
"Anyway, that's the deal. I told you where the tools are and what/where to clean. You can handle it, right? No need to scrub every room top to bottom—just the visible spots for now."
With those final instructions, No. 13 left her behind. He was heading upstairs to clean areas he couldn't entrust to her. The place was too big for one person anyway.
She'd half-expected something flashier, more spectacular—like a mercenary gig for villains...
Even if not that... something, y'know...
Sexy... stuff... Maybe a little...
"Ugh, what am I thinking...!"
Club shook her head to banish the stray thought and gripped the mop tightly. She was a promising hero brimming with talent. She could handle anything. And cleaning? She'd done it at the base plenty of times. Familiar territory.
And so, Club threw herself into the task. The noble mission of cleaning the villains' lair...!