That Heroine Becomes the Villain's Captive Slave (Club: Sexually Harassed at Work) (3)
In the end, Club came just from kissing Villain No. 13.
Regardless of her own will, her body had turned strange at his command. Club had no way to stop it. And now, No. 13 continued to toy with her.
Club sat on the bed with her legs spread wide. No. 13 buried his face between them. Beneath her skirt, her panties dangled from one leg, leaving her pussy fully exposed. Her face burned bright red to her ears, a lingering aftereffect of their kiss and the sheer humiliation.
"Hey, No. 13! Cut it out already! I was cleaning right up until a minute ago...! I'm all sweaty...!"
"That's what makes it good, Club. What's the problem if I like it?"
"I don't like it! It's embarrassing!"
Ignoring Club's plea to at least let her wash up first, No. 13 feasted on her exposed crotch. A thick, intoxicating scent—pure female pheromones—wafted from her, perfectly ripe and pleasurable. He savored it greedily while spreading her pussy open for a look.
Club's pussy glistened with moisture, twitching pitifully in anticipation.
"Looks delicious. Perfect as always, Club."
He praised her as his tongue slid over her pussy. A sharp "Hiiik!" escaped Club's lips. A chilling wave of pleasure crashed over her.
No. 13 kept licking, tasting her thoroughly. Sometimes he'd rub her folds with his fingers or shallowly probe her entrance. Either way, Club felt it all as pure bliss. The skirt partially obscured his actions, heightening her sensitivity even more.
"Haaah~ Stop, please stop, No. 13...!"
Club shook her head desperately in protest, but it meant nothing. No. 13 devoured her pussy relentlessly for what felt like ages. Realizing resistance was futile, Club stopped begging and focused on enduring the mounting pleasure from her core.
But her body, switched on by that lewd kiss moments ago, reacted to every stimulus with exaggerated sensitivity, as if primed and ready for ecstasy. Her sighs grew louder against his tongue lapping and slurping obscenely at her pussy. Chilling sensations built inside her, overwhelming her completely.
His tongue targeted not just her pussy but her clit, swirling the tip around it mercilessly. Club couldn't hold back her moans any longer.
Aah, ah, aaah...!
Lewd, slutty juices overflowed from her pussy. No. 13 lapped them up with delight. The more embarrassed she got, the more he enjoyed it—more obscenely, more vulgarly.
That's how he ravaged her pussy and her weak spot, the clit, without mercy.
* * *
Squelch, squelch, squelch...
No. 13's room echoed with the crude sounds of flesh slapping flesh and Club's cries of ecstasy.
Below the bed lay her discarded maid outfit, underwear, stockings, and more, strewn haphazardly.
On the bed, naked Club knelt on all fours like a bitch in heat, getting pounded from behind. Her ass collided with No. 13's body, producing lewd, resounding smacks. Each thrust of his hips, each deliberate drag of his cock grinding her inner walls, drew beastly moans from her lips.
"Aah... ah... ack...! I'm cumming... gonna cum, No. 13... cumming...!"
True to her word, Club buried her upper body deep into the sheets, shuddering in climax while on her knees.
She could hardly believe the pleasure surging through her. Her body was too sensitive, too slutty, too weak to sexual stimulation. She'd felt it yesterday during sex, but now it hit her even clearer.
"Cumming again, Club? Is villain cock that good? Or were you just born a massive slut? The type who jerks off every night just to fall asleep?"
"...! No... way...!"
"Says the girl who cums so easily."
No. 13 hugged her from behind as he spoke. His hand slid down, gently stroking her crotch... right around her clit.
A desperate "Haaahhnn...!" poured from Club's mouth.
"No, nooo... it's inside you, that thing... and you're still touching there...!"
"Say it properly. What's inside you? This is an order, Club."
"...! Uh... y-your... c-cock... no... ngh... your... cock... in my... pussy...!"
Club stammered in confusion. She knew the words—cock, pussy, clit—but blushed furiously saying them. What a naughty girl.
No. 13 whispered in her ear, tormenting her clit while thrusting steadily. Club let out even deeper sighs of shame.
Club's pussy clenched even tastier than yesterday. Did it get better every day? No. 13 didn't just pound her however; he explored every nook, prodding and rubbing like he was mapping her out. After a couple rounds yesterday and this thorough scouting, he was piecing together her secrets.
He questioned her verbally too, drawing out answers bit by bit—what her weaknesses were, how to thrust to make her love it, her sexual barriers, fantasies, what kind of sex she craved. Nothing stayed hidden from him. Club revealed it all, even her vulnerabilities, to her villain master.
She trembled at her own powerlessness. Regret consumed her.
"Club. Kiss me."
No. 13 released her clit, fondling her small tits and perky nipples instead, bringing his face close to hers. Obeying, Club turned her head, reached out, and kissed him herself.
"Mmmph...!"
The prior command still held; she moaned in bliss from the kiss alone. Her full-body shivers and her pussy's contractions transmitted through their pressed bodies and his buried cock.
As he groped her breasts and kissed her, his thrusts grew more aggressive, intense. Her pussy sufficiently mapped, he targeted her most vulnerable spots without restraint—the ones she desperately wanted to hide.
The payoff was immense: Club bucked her hips, moaning louder in ecstasy. By the time she came twice more, even No. 13's superior cock tingled with approaching limit.
"Cumming inside, Club. Filling you up."
"Aah, no, don't... please, No. 13...!"
"Cum with me. That's an order."
"Hnnng... n-no... wait... just wait...!"
No. 13 pistoned harder, grinding and stabbing her deepest walls. Club's soprano cries pitched even higher.
Squelch, squelch, squelch...
How much longer did his pistoning last? Finally, his cock throbbed heavily deep inside, kissing her cervix as thick semen erupted.
Rich cum flooded her hot, sticky, ruined pussy.
"Ah, aaah, aah...!! Haaa~!!"
Sensing his release, Club sighed in rapture, her hips and shoulders quaking. Her pussy spasmed, clinging to his cock.
Spurt... spurt...
No. 13 savored her depths through a prolonged ejaculation. At last, kneading her ass, he pulled out. A string of milky fluid bridged her pussy and cock like a leg, snapping with a wet plink.
"How was it, Club? Did you cum?"
"......"
"You didn't."
"Ngh...!"
Club glared at him with frustration. But she couldn't deny it. It wasn't that it didn't feel good—just that she'd cum right before, and the pressure of his command made it harder, leaving her on edge.
She'd been so close... just a bit more...
"Well, it happens. You're still new to sex anyway."
No. 13 stroked her cheek, whispering softly.
"I'll train you plenty from now on. Next time, you'll cum right on command."
"......!"
A chill ran through her at his declaration. It felt all too real—she'd end up like that. Trained by him. The thought made her shiver unwittingly.
No. 13 ordered her to clean his cock—slick with her juices and his cum—using her mouth. This was far from over.
Club endured more ravaging for a good while longer. Their sex—No. 13's relentless fucking, which she accepted without resistance, even responding eagerly—continued for hours, right up until dinnertime...
