Heroes of a Certain Night (1)
It was one late night when Captain Rahe of the 7th Squad received that email.
Apart from Club's duties, Rahe had always made overtime her routine, so checking work-related emails late at night wasn't unusual for her. However, the fact that the sender was a villain—and not just any villain, but the one who had kidnapped her subordinate—was something entirely unfamiliar.
No matter how she looked at it, the subject line screamed malicious code. Yet, the email had come from an unpublicized address, and it referenced the kidnapping of Club—a fact not yet announced publicly. It wasn't something she could simply ignore.
After a moment's hesitation, Rahe opened the sent email.
It contained a brief message, along with several attached photos and videos. As she scanned the text, Rahe opened the photo files.
"...What the hell are you doing?"
Upon confirming the contents, Rahe muttered to the absent Club in exasperation.
The photos and videos in the email were indeed of the kidnapped Club. But they weren't the typical blackmail material—disgusting torture footage or the like.
For some reason, they showed Club in a somewhat revealing work uniform, diligently sweeping or mopping the floor like a dutiful janitor, the hem fluttering as she moved.
There were also clips of her eating normally or looking around the room where she was staying. It felt almost mundane.
Why send something like this...?
Rahe double-checked the email's text.
A villain who had kidnapped someone was using remarkably polite language. Summarizing the somewhat verbose message, it boiled down to this.
Hard to believe on the surface. But if it was the villain organization Abyss, it was plausible enough.
Unlike radical villains, their activities were flashy yet oddly amusing. Not the deadly serious kind involving killing, but incidents one could laugh off.
Of course, they did cause significant societal impact with serious events now and then. Still, Rahe understood they weren't mere outlaws.
Even so, a villain was a villain. Trusting one was absurd.
But...
'Means to scout our internals... Some kind of remote surveillance ability? Wiretapping?'
Rahe pondered, but she lacked the pieces to guess here. It could be bluffing, but betting on that carried too much risk.
The rest of the email mentioned ongoing contact, daily photos of Club, and a semi-threatening plea not to blow things up.
In the end, Rahe had no choice but to agonize.
What was best for the 7th Squad? What was the right choice?
And soon, she reached a conclusion.
...From the moment her subordinate was taken hostage, Rahe had no other options anyway.
Hic... Ugh... Grk... Hnng... Ah... Aahng...
In the Abyss hideout—the villain organization's base—and specifically in Hero Club's confinement room, Club lay on the bed with her legs spread, fervently plunging her fingers into her own hole, lost in masturbation.
This wasn't solo arousal; it was on Villain No. 13's orders.
And the one who had issued that command sat on a chair dragged casually into the room, tilting a beer can as he watched Club's masturbation show.
"Club. Spread your legs wider—let me see better. And you can do it more intensely, right? If it were your usual, it'd be way more vigorous."
"Sh-sh-shut up...! This is plenty... Hoo... Hah...!"
Still in her maid outfit from work earlier, Club jabbed at her slit below the skirt with her fingers while her other hand teased her clit.
She drove pleasure deeper into herself more fiercely. Her waist trembled from the building ecstasy. Something inside her belly clenched rhythmically, becoming unbearable.
'Ah, I'm gonna cum... It's coming soon...'
As Club sensed, something surged within her moments later. It pierced her entire body in an instant, shooting straight to the crown of her head.
She climaxed. She came hard.
"Ugh... Ah... Hnng...!"
Club caught her breath without removing her hand from her pussy. Her slender shoulders quivered visibly.
Moments later, as she pulled her fingers out, pussy juice stretched in sticky strings.
"What do you think that tastes like?"
"...No idea."
"Then find out. Go on, taste it."
Club wrinkled her nose slightly. But orders were orders. She slipped her fluid-soaked fingers into her mouth and sucked.
...A subtle flavor. Does my pussy really taste like this?
'What's so great about this? Why does that guy slurp it up so obscenely?'
Club flushed, glaring at him—she'd had her pussy licked and sucked by No. 13 yesterday and the day before. He just sipped the last of his beer with delighted eyes.
"Good work today, Club. Cleaning plus a fun finale to watch."
"...You made me do it, No. 13."
"I'd always wanted to see a hero's masturbation show. One look, and now I crave it often. Addictive stuff."
Club gritted her teeth in frustration. But what good did that do? She couldn't rebel anyway.
It had been three days since Club became a temporary Abyss member (read: janitor). She'd endured No. 13's embarrassing orders and teasing, unable to refuse any.
And she wouldn't resist in the future either—unless Captain Rahe ordered otherwise.
"Now rest. I'll let you sleep soundly tonight."
"...Finally learned some self-control, huh?"
The past two nights, No. 13 had snuck into her room for late-night sex. He at least let her sleep in—no complaints—and work started after noon, so sleep wasn't an issue... but he was still annoying.
"I've got my own stuff to do. Don't get too lonely without me at night."
"Who's lonely...!"
"For lonely Club, I brought a gift. Here."
Ignoring her indignation, No. 13 tossed her something. A pristine white box. No clue what was inside from the outside.
Curious, Club opened it—and immediately scowled.
Inside was a woman's masturbation toy—a dildo, as they called it. Club masturbated occasionally as a woman, but she'd never used tools. First time seeing one too.
"Your pussy's kinda tight, so I picked a small size out of consideration. Use that to masturbate and get used to it for a while. Eventually, I'll give you a custom one molded like mine."
"No thanks! I don't need this crap!"
"Not about need. It's necessary—for what's ahead."
No. 13 spoke with a leisurely smile.
"Once in the morning, once after lunch, and once before bed... and on solo nights, one more. Masturbate with that dildo."
"Later, I'll add more tools one by one. It'll be fun trying them out, yeah?"
Club's opinion didn't matter. She couldn't refuse No. 13's orders anyway—Captain Rahe had told her to obey.
No. 13 crumpled his empty can, tossed it into the trash, and stood.
"Cum at least twice per session. Tonight, don't sleep till you've cum five times with it. ...Yeah, looking forward to it."
With that, No. 13 left.
Club stared blankly at his retreating back, clutching the box with the small dildo.