#14 A Certain Day’s Hero Training (1)
#14 A Certain Day’s Hero Training (1)
Schlick, schlick, schlick, schlick, schlick, schlick…
Uung… hut… eung… aaang…
Inside the motel room, lewd and obscene moans mixed with the vulgar sound of flesh slapping against flesh.
Spade was lying face-down on the bed while No. 13 took her from behind.
No. 13 looked like he was enjoying himself with some leisure, but every time he thrust into her from behind, Spade would flinch and tremble, letting out sweet, noisy moans.
Thanks to the brainwashing drug she had been given when they first arrived, Spade’s body had become extremely lewd, burning with sexual desire and hypersensitive.
On top of that, her instinctive ability to suppress pleasure had been completely disabled, so every bit of pleasure her body felt was transmitted through her without any reduction.
Setting everything else aside, it was clear that she was currently experiencing the maximum possible happiness and pleasure this situation could offer — enjoying sex in the best possible way.
‘…Huh… What am I…’
‘Ah… right… I was… having sex with 13…’
Spade thought with a hazy mind. She felt like something was a little strange, but that vague thought was quickly erased the moment No. 13 thrust deep inside her or rubbed her weak spots.
“Spade, are you thinking about something else? Don’t do that. Think only about me. Focus on the sex. So it feels even better.”
At No. 13’s words, Spade immediately stopped all other thoughts and concentrated solely on having sex with him.
Because if 13 said it, she had to obey. Because she belonged to 13.
The sex continued like that.
Huu… ut… huuung…
Aaaah… haauu…
Spade felt as if her memories were cutting off in fragments. Or like part of her brain was melting, making it impossible to process the current situation properly.
At some point, instead of being taken from behind like before, she was now on top of No. 13, moving her own hips.
She vaguely remembered having sex while facing him directly earlier, and before that, being taken while standing… or at least she thought so. But she couldn’t remember clearly. It felt like a dream.
“Haa, 13, 13, 13…! Ahhuu…!!”
“You came again, Spade. You’re doing great. Thanks to you, I feel incredibly good too. I’ve already cum three times.”
“Aah, aahhh♡ So good, so good♡ It feels too good♡ 13, 13♡♡”
Every time she moved her hips herself, she enjoyed the cock piercing deep inside her even more.
Spade clung to No. 13 as if hanging onto him and continued moving her waist.
After she reached climax two more times, No. 13 grabbed her ass and came deep inside her.
Gulp, gulp… Thick spurts of his seed poured into Spade’s womb, filling her completely.
“Aauuuu…♡♡”
Still straddling No. 13, Spade trembled as if overwhelmed with emotion, tears streaming down her face. Then she collapsed into his arms.
No. 13 embraced the exhausted Spade lying on top of him and kissed her.
“Spade, you can still keep going, right?”
“I told you earlier. Be prepared to do it all night. I can still go for a long time.”
At No. 13’s words and kiss, Spade’s body twitched… but she soon accepted both happily.
With the seductive face of a temptress, she pressed herself against him, acting spoiled and demanding more sex to feel even better.
There was no trace left of the proud hero she once was. All that remained was the figure of a skilled whore desperately trying to please a man.
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The next morning, Club pushed the blanket aside and groggily got up, recalling yesterday’s events with a slight sense of self-loathing.
In the end, she had followed No. 13’s orders and reached all five climaxes he had commanded.
Not satisfied with just those five, she had ended up cumming two more times afterward… anyway.
Thanks to that, when she woke up, her entire body felt limp and weak. As a hero, her stamina wouldn’t be completely drained by this much, but still — seven orgasms in one night… Yeah, at least it was her first time experiencing that through masturbation. It felt very unfamiliar.
‘…I’ll probably have to live like this for a while from now on.’
‘It’s good to get used to it, but I’m worried I might get too used to it… and end up falling completely.’
Living here, she would surely receive all kinds of demands in the future.
Since she had no choice but to obey anyway, it was better to accept it naturally rather than feel resentment.
However, she was worried that if it became too much, she might completely fall under their influence — including No. 13’s — and lose herself.
She feared she might lose her sense of self, become nothing more than their toy, and gradually change into the form they desired.
In short, she worried that she might become so immersed in this life full of carnal desire that she would end up clinging to No. 13 herself to satisfy that lust.
Life with No. 13 — the sexual life here — was digging so deeply into her that it felt incredibly good.
After all, carnal desire is the easiest thing to fall into and the hardest to resist… and unlike hunger or sleep, there is no visible ceiling to it…
As she leaned against the headboard of the bed, lost in thought for a long time,
Knock knock.
A sudden knock sounded.
“Miss Club, may I come in~?”
It was the Staff Officer’s voice.
Without waiting for a reply, the Staff Officer unlocked the door from outside and entered.
In her hands was a tray, and on the tray was today’s breakfast menu.
“I prepared sandwiches for breakfast today. I added my own special arrangements, so I’m quite confident in this one!”
The Staff Officer spoke in a bright, cheerful voice, her silver hair sparkling. Seeing that smiling face, Club’s expression twisted in clear annoyance.
She was the type of person who could tire others out just by being looked at. Club couldn’t quite explain it, but there were people like that.
Other people might say she was energizing, but at least in Club’s eyes, the Staff Officer was that kind of existence.
The Staff Officer placed the tray on the side table and prepared everything so Club could eat right away.
The Staff Officer would eat together with her here. She always did. When the Staff Officer was busy, No. 13 would take her place instead.
The official reason was to keep her from feeling lonely, but the real purpose was probably surveillance and observation.
Since thinking about it was pointless anyway, Club let out a sigh and got down from the bed.
“I’ll wash up first… Just a moment.”
“Yes~♪ I’ll wait~♪”
The atmosphere was so gentle and soft that it was hard to believe they had once tried to kill each other.
Club found it somewhat uncomfortable and trudged alone toward the bathroom.
“There’s been a slight change in the schedule.”
While Club was killing time after finishing breakfast, No. 13 came to visit as usual.
He looked a little tired, as if he had been busy with something yesterday. But after drinking some liquid from a brown bottle in front of Club, he quickly became energetic again.
What on earth was that medicine? At least Club didn’t want to drink it. It looked like it would drastically shorten one’s lifespan.
“Change in schedule?”
“Originally, I was planning to go down to the basement floor today — the area we haven’t touched yet. It would be too much to do alone, but if I have your and the Staff Officer’s help… I thought we could somehow finish it in about a week.”
Horrible. Just hearing it was horrible.
Being a prisoner and being assigned to clean a villain’s hideout was something she could somehow accept.
But cleaning the basement — which was expected to take a whole week, possibly even longer — was quite nauseating.
Club was basically lazy by nature. If it was something she was interested in, maybe, but cleaning something she had zero interest in was something she wanted to avoid if possible.
Seeing Club send him a look full of expectation, No. 13 continued with a sigh.
“But it looks like that won’t be possible. Something urgent came up.”
“…Urgent?”
“I can’t tell you the details because it’s classified.”
“Aren’t I a temporary member of your group? You can’t even tell a comrade?”
“If you were a ‘full’ member instead of ‘temporary,’ I’d tell you. How about it? Want to join?”
“…No thanks. Don’t tell me.”
Club pouted. No. 13 just smiled at her reaction.
“Anyway, because of that, there’s no cleaning today.”
Instead, he continued.
“Today, we’re going outside.”
Club had a blindfold placed over her eyes, and her hands were bound behind her back with leather cuffs.
It was supposedly for safety, but it didn’t feel pleasant at all.
She was then led by No. 13 to somewhere unknown.
Unfortunately, she didn’t have the ability to figure out their location by counting steps or turns, so she gave up on memorizing the route and simply followed obediently.
After passing through a rather complicated path, Club finally stepped outside the hideout.
It had been so long since she had left that suffocating space and felt the outside air. It was nothing special, yet she felt strangely emotional.
“…You look happy to be outside.”
“What? No, I’m not.”
“Well, I do feel sorry for keeping you locked up all the time. I’ve also been restricting your movement inside the hideout.”
No. 13 wanted to give Club more freedom if possible. Since she was brainwashed and he believed he could control her, he thought it would be fine.
But the Boss had forbidden it. He said it was too naive. She was a hero — there was no telling what she might do. How could they just let her roam free?
The Boss’s words made sense. In fact, the Boss was obviously right.
It would be foolish to show consideration to a mere prisoner and underestimate the danger she posed, only to get stabbed in the back later because of carelessness.
“Still, if I observe you a bit more and confirm there’s really no problem, I’ll give you more freedom. At first, you can move around inside the hideout, then later I’ll take you outside, and sometimes bring you along on my dessert tours.”
“…I don’t plan on staying here that long.”
“Well. That depends on how things go.”
When Club tried to interrupt, No. 13 smoothly brushed it off as usual.
After briefly enjoying the outside air, the two soon moved into another indoor space.
They went underground, not above ground.
“We’re here.”
Finally, Club’s blindfold was removed.
Dim lighting could be seen here and there.
‘Where…?’
She rolled her eyes and looked around.
It was a large space.
An extremely old, abandoned area thick with dust.
The concrete walls and floor were cracked or broken in many places. Shattered glass fragments and broken scrap metal were scattered everywhere.
“It’s an old underground passage we used to use. I’m planning to go further down from here to the subway boarding area.”
He had removed the blindfold because she might trip if she couldn’t see the floor.
Indeed, debris was scattered all over the floor, making it dangerous.
Together with No. 13, Club continued deeper into the underground passage.
After descending a long staircase they eventually reached, a very long and wide space appeared, along with a subway platform.
All the signs that could identify which station this was or where they were had been destroyed or erased, so she couldn’t tell.
The upper floor had seemed full of collapsed sections and piles of concrete debris, but this place was surprisingly intact.
Strangely, even though they had gone underground, it felt easier to breathe here than on the upper floor.
No. 13 explained the reason.
“Feels easier to breathe, right? Dorothy’s robots cleaned it thoroughly. We’re planning to stay here for quite a while today.”
So that was why.
“…What exactly are we going to do here?”
Club asked warily.
Why had he brought a prisoner like her all the way to a place like this?
To Club, who held that obvious question, No. 13 answered casually.
“Training.”
“Today, we’re going to train here all day. I’m going to teach you how to use your abilities.”