That Hero Becomes a Villain's Captive Slave (Club: Sexually Harassed at the Office) (2)
It's wide. Fuck, no matter how many times I clean it, it's still too damn wide. There's just too much to scrub.
No. 13 had said it too, but this building isn't suited for just four people. It was only left so empty because everyone else from Abyss who used to share it vanished for one reason or another, leaving this oversized structure looming vacant relative to our numbers.
If it's going to be this hard to manage, wouldn't it be better to just move somewhere smaller? Club thought irritably as she scrubbed away with the mop.
At least she didn't have to run the vacuum. From what she could see, some oddly shaped cylindrical cleaning robot had already sucked up the dust once over. It was the work of that scientist she'd met before, Dorothy. Club had complained to No. 13 about it: If you're gonna use something like that, why not make it mop the floors automatically too?
His response had been the seasoned reply of a housewife: "No matter what I try, it always turns out sloppy. Normally, I do have the robot handle the mopping, but every week or so, you need to do it by hand."
Totally fucking annoying.
What Club had been assigned wasn't just simple mopping. There were all sorts of little things to pay attention to—it really wasn't a one-person job. It felt like she'd been at it for over two hours already, but she was nowhere near done. Even with her trained body, her arms were starting to ache. And this was just two out of the building's eight floors.
How the hell had No. 13 managed all eight by himself? Unbelievable.
"What? Still not done?"
"...You."
No. 13 had appeared where Club was working, without his headscarf or rubber gloves.
"No way—you're already finished? What about your side?"
"Yep. I'm used to it."
"...Why don't you quit being a villain and just start a cleaning business or something?"
"Yeah, if this organization fires me and I can't make a living, maybe I'll do that."
His nonchalant attitude pissed her off. Club scrubbed even harder, channeling her irritation into the mop.
Still, her cleaning was finally nearing its end. No. 13 was even impressed at how quickly she was finishing up.
He stood there watching her mop, observing from the side. Club shot him several please just leave glares, but he ignored them completely, just keeping his eyes on her. Realizing complaints wouldn't help, she left him be and focused on the task.
And after a while...
Suddenly, No. 13 drew closer. Something slithered up under her skirt. Club whipped her head around in a chill of dread, but he just met her gaze calmly, his hand groping inside her short maid outfit's skirt.
"Ngh... No. 13..."
"Don't mind it, Club. Keep going. That's an order."
"......"
Order.
Orders had to be obeyed. Recalling Captain Rahe's instructions from that morning, Club kept mopping. His hand still roamed her ass, but she tried her best to ignore it.
No. 13's hand, slipped under her skirt, kept stroking and rubbing Club's round buttocks. Midway through, he flipped up her short skirt entirely, fully exposing her ass and panties. He savored the view: her body bent low, the flesh pressed by her garter belt and stockings, her plump ass, and her panties—so skimpy that her thick labia might peek out if she shifted just right.
Club felt heat rising relentlessly under his wicked touch and gaze. But there was nothing she could do. To escape him even a little sooner, she poured her focus into cleaning harder.
* * *
Feeling his touches grow bolder by the minute, Club finally reached the last cleaning spot for the day. She used the master key he'd given her to unlock the door and step inside.
The room carried a lived-in feel, along with a strangely familiar scent wafting out.
"Go on in, Club. This is my room."
No. 13's room. Yeah, that figured. Club slipped off her shoes and entered.
There was a small robot vacuum in here too—no need to run it. She wrung out the hand mop designated for the living area and got down on all fours to mop meticulously.
Oh, and her skirt was still flipped up. He'd fixed it in place using the belt around her waist. Unable to pull it down, Club could only mop on her belly, her panties and ass fully exposed the whole time.
No. 13 lounged in a chair, watching.
The room wasn't that big, but it was cluttered with stuff. An unnecessarily large fridge for the space, tools of unknown purpose... and onaholes scattered here and there. How packed with lust was this guy on the daily? They said you could tell a man by his room, and this screamed lump of desire.
Yet it was surprisingly tidy in ways, which caught her off guard.
Anyway, it took time, but she was wrapping up No. 13's room. Finished mopping the whole floor, she rinsed the mop, soaped up her hands to clean them, then tidied his belongings: shelving stray books, stowing items in drawers, and so on. Finally, she straightened the bedding on his bed...
And as she climbed onto the bed to smooth the covers—
"?!"
No. 13's arm shoved her suddenly. Her light body tumbled onto his bed with a flop.
"What the hell—!"
Club shouted in fury, but he cut her off, mounting her from above. Her slender arms were pinned by his strong adult-male grip. Just that was enough—she couldn't do a thing. Resistance wasn't allowed anyway.
"Waiting for you to finish was torture. Why not hurry it up?"
"Couldn't be helped. It's my first day. More importantly, you're horny again? What are you, some beast in heat? After yesterday too...!"
"Couldn't be helped. You're too tempting, Club."
"You said I was flat, that without the clothes I'd look like a boy."
"That's part of what turns me on. Guess a girl like you can't understand that."
No way she could. She didn't want to. Club strained her arms, but her wrists stayed locked in his grasp, unmoving. No resisting.
"Club, gonna kiss you. Take it, okay?"
"...Is that an order?"
"It's an order, Club."
Then no choice. She couldn't refuse orders. His face drew near. Club gently closed her eyes and accepted his kiss.
Compared to yesterday, his kiss felt relatively soft at first. But as time passed, it grew bolder, like he wanted to devour her small lips. Under his lewd kiss, heat flooded her body. No— the heat had started earlier. From when his sticky hands groped and toyed with her ass. From that gaze of his watching her clean.
She'd felt some anticipation, some excitement. Not that she'd ever admit it.
At some point, her arms were free. His hands cradled her cheeks, fixing her in place as he deepened the kiss. His thick tongue invaded her mouth, ravaging it. Club welcomed it, tangling her own tongue with his in response.
Churp... churp... slurp... mmm... ngh...
Her slim shoulders trembled; moans spilled out more freely. Her head went foggy. Just from kissing, her whole body felt like it was melting. Yesterday too—why did it feel so good? With a villain, no less.
"Club, does kissing me feel good?"
No. 13 pulled back suddenly. Saliva stretched from his mouth to hers.
Club nearly blurted an answer, clamping it down at the last second. But he smirked, like he already knew.
"It's fine, Club. Let my kisses make you feel even better. Crave them more."
"Make it so a kiss alone could make you cum. Turn your lips and tongue into your pussy."
"Got it, Club? That's an order."
Don't talk nonsense. That's what she wanted to snap back. But ignoring any retort, he kissed her again.
"Ngh...?!"
And Club distinctly felt something zzzt... ignite inside her. Kissing No. 13 suddenly felt intensely good. It had to feel that way. The more she thought it, the more sensitive her lips grew, the stranger the sensation. It didn't take long for her mouth to truly feel like her pussy, just as he'd commanded.
Hurp... mmmngh...
Kissing him alone became unbearable; her body twitched uncontrollably. She tried pushing him away with her freed arms, but they had no strength—couldn't budge him an inch. Between her writhing thighs, her panties grew unmistakably soaked, clinging wetly to the slit leaking her arousal...