Hero Spade and Villain No. 13's Brainwashed Date (Spade - Princess Sex) (3)
She had no idea how much time had passed. She couldn't even grasp what she was doing. From the start, she couldn't tell where her own body ended and what wasn't hers began. Spade thought hazily through her foggy mind.
Spade was straddling No. 13, moving her hips on her own to serve him. That's strange. Just moments ago, she'd been pinned beneath him, getting fucked senseless. She remembered missionary position, staring into each other's eyes as they had sex. No, before that, she'd been held in his arms, getting pounded in that so-called standing carry position. She recalled being lifted by his sturdy arms, clinging to him like a koala, swinging back and forth like a pendulum as he railed her. No, before that, before that, before that...
Aah, I remember. It's coming back to me.
I've been fucked so much by No. 13. We've had sex so many times.
And... it felt so good.
The exhaustion permeating her entire body was surely to blame. Her limbs felt heavy, her head so muddled it seemed like it might melt away entirely. Her skin was sticky all over. Not just sweat—No. 13's semen had been splattered everywhere. Her hair was matted and clumped where it had dried.
Yet right now, Spade was still atop No. 13, her hips refusing to stop. Even as she thought her body was too weary to continue, she couldn't make them halt. She still craved him. Her body burned for him.
"No. 13, No. 13, No. 13, No. 13, No. 13!"
Spade cried out No. 13's name like a madwoman. Each call sent her over the edge. There was no deeper meaning to it. But every time she said his name, pleasure surged through her. And above all, when she called to him, No. 13 responded. Hearing his beloved voice speak to her—even that alone felt like the pinnacle of happiness.
Spade came again. She came hard. She'd been climaxing nonstop. It happened so easily. No. 13 had called her pussy pathetic, and that must be why. Her pathetic pussy kept making her cum. A princess with a pathetic pussy. Gloop, gloop, gloop...
Spade thought she'd been the only one to finish, but No. 13 had cum too. She felt another creampie—his thick semen flooding deep into her womb, who knew how many times now. Bliss washed over her.
As that thought crossed her mind, the scenery shifted again. No, it wasn't the scenery; she'd blacked out briefly from the pleasure. Positions must have changed several more times. She vaguely remembered being fucked every which way. She'd taken No. 13's cock countless times. She'd received his hot semen over and over with her body. She remembered standing on tiptoe, spreading her pussy wide, impaling herself on his dick.
And now, No. 13 was on top, pounding into her as she lay pinned beneath him. Spade didn't know if this was called the mating press, but she felt how incredibly good it was—the heavy thrust of his cock slamming in, his body pressing her down.
Her once-tied ponytail had come undone sometime ago. Strands kept sticking to her face, annoying her. But when No. 13 called it pretty, she was just happy.
"Hngh, heek... hiiik...!! Nyaaah... huaaang...!"
At some point, Spade had forgotten how to speak. Nothing came from her mouth but animalistic hiccuping whimpers. As she offered herself as No. 13's personal fuckhole, spreading her pussy and surrendering her body, he didn't hold back—he rammed his cock straight into that hole. Her pussy, already stabbed countless times and made to cum endlessly, still clenched and clung to him greedily.
Spade's muscles tensed like she was bracing for a massive wave. Every thrust produced wet, squelching sounds from her pussy.
"Haa, Spade, Spade...! This is the last one... the last, so..."
"Aah, aaah, huuuh, d-don't know, don't careee... last... laaaast...? Hiiik...! Aah, cumming, I'm cumming agaaain...!!"
Splat, splat, smack, smack—their bodies collided, and Spade's scream echoed as she came once more. No. 13 pressed down on her from above, grinding deep inside her as he rubbed against her walls. True to his word, he unleashed the final creampie of the day into her.
Gloop, gloop, gloop, gloop, gloop, gloop...!!
Thanks to Dorothy's amazing stamina drug and his Awakener physique, No. 13's semen showed no sign of weakening even after more than ten loads—it felt even thicker than the first. That semen was pouring into Spade. Her eyes half-rolled back in an unsightly expression, her body convulsing and rigid as she accepted it all.
"Aah, aaah, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa......."
Spade's voice stretched on endlessly. Her body jerked and spasmed several more times; her teeth chattered as she hiccuped. At that moment, Spade's memories cut off completely. Overwhelmed by excessive bliss—like her brain was melting—she lost consciousness entirely.
Haaah... haaah... huuuh...
No. 13 grabbed a fresh water bottle from the room's fridge, chugged it, and approached Spade. She lay sprawled on the bed like a frog pinned for dissection, catching her breath with an unsightly face. Semen oozed and bubbled out from between her spread legs.
"Spade, drink some water."
No. 13 cradled her head from below and poured water into her mouth. Even in her half-unconscious state, Spade managed to gulp it down.
Only after giving her more than enough hydration did he lay her back down and whisper that she could sleep. But before letting her drift off, he murmured a few final words to manipulate her memories. Dorothy had taught him that suggestions whispered before sleep were especially effective.
"Whew... I'm feeling a bit worn out."
Staring at the utterly spent, sleeping Spade, No. 13 muttered with a sigh. Just in case, he pulled out an extra dose of Dorothy's stamina drug and downed it. He felt his depleted energy surging back.
Alright then. This wasn't quite the end.
There was another reason he'd called Spade here today. In a way, what came next was the main event.
No. 13 approached the soundly sleeping Spade and caressed her belly. More precisely, her side. There was a massive bruise left by Club's ability. It was from when Spade had chased the leader of the villain group Lesserat—No. 13 had forcibly drawn out Club's power to inflict it. It had been too urgent, and Spade was too strong for him to hold back. Plus, Club herself, forced to use her power, still hadn't fully recovered her senses from the strain.
"......."
No. 13 groaned softly. He couldn't feel sorry. He was a villain, after all, and Club and Spade were heroes. Villains and heroes were meant to kill or be killed. He'd done his job as a villain; she'd tried to do hers as a hero. This wound was the result.
The villain No. 13 had won; the hero Spade had lost due to lack of strength. Just a leftover bruise from that. There was no reason for him to feel guilty. He shouldn't feel that way. If he did, it would mean he was still just a half-baked villain.
"...Tch."
No. 13 rubbed the bruised spot on Spade's belly. A faint glow of mana seeped from his hand. When he pulled away, the bruise was completely gone.
"At this rate, I'll always be a half-baked villain... Nah, villains do whatever they want by nature, so maybe this is right. ...Doesn't matter either way...."
Muttering with a dissatisfied frown, No. 13 headed to the bathroom. He rinsed off lightly, then left the hotel room, leaving Spade behind. He'd packed desserts for Abyss's comrades and Club without fail. Plus some snacks for Spade herself—placed somewhere obvious so she'd remember to take them.
Calling Spade today wasn't just to borrow money. With everything that had happened lately leaving her down, it was also to cheer her up. A dessert crawl for a mood boost, a date, and some pampering princess-style sex to comfort her. Spade herself might call it insane, but in No. 13's mind, it was his way of looking out for her. Calling a hero here in the first place as a villain was already consideration enough... The day had been doomed from the start.
Not that he cared anymore.
Spade was under orders to stay in the room in her hypnotized state even after waking. But Apple, whom he'd summoned, would arrive first. He could leave the rest to her. She'd tweak today's memories into something seamless, without any inconsistencies.
Haa... I'm beat... Feels three times more tiring than usual... And wasting mana on inefficient healing like that ate up half my reserves... What the hell am I even doing...?
No. 13 sighed in lament as he trudged out of the hotel and headed back to the Abyss hideout....