The Captive Hero Right Now... (Club - Sexual Harassment Sex) (1)
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'...How many days has it been since I got here.'
Morning. Club, who had woken up a bit earlier than usual, rolled around on the bed for a moment, lost in thought. She realized that it had been exactly a week since she'd been kidnapped by the villain organization Abyss.
She had received orders from Captain Rahe to obediently follow instructions and wait here, and she'd been doing just that... All the while, she'd been searching for a way to escape.
However, there hadn't been much progress on the escape front. Well, she had been helping with cleaning as ordered, using that to map out the hideout's layout, or sneaking peeks at important-looking documents whenever she found a gap. She was doing what she could... But between all the busywork, she just couldn't focus solely on escaping.
Cleaning was tougher than expected, and No. 13 nitpicked like a nagging mother-in-law. And once cleaning was done? She'd end up as his sex slave or plaything, toyed with and fucked. No time to spare there, either. Then there were her daily routines of masturbation training for her pussy and sex endurance—another thief of her free time.
And above all, that 'Lesseratt Escort Operation' from not long ago...
'What the hell was that about.'
At the very least, she figured interfering with her comrades from the 7th Squad—like Spade—and the other heroes present had been unavoidable. It was Captain Rahe's orders, after all. There had been instructions to unconditionally obey Villain No. 13's commands, and as a prisoner, she had no other choice. So she decided not to feel any more guilt about it.
...That's what Villain No. 13 had told her to think.
What puzzled Club now wasn't that, but the ability No. 13 had demonstrated back then.
Right before that incident, No. 13 had been overseeing her training, and thanks to him, Club had experienced a noticeable improvement in her skills. From mana operation to communing with her constellation, incantations, and all sorts of other things—he'd refined them all, making her abilities solid enough to give even the A-rank hero Spade a bit of trouble.
She no longer even needed a cat as a medium to use 'Clairvoyance.' There were no more blind spots for Club. He was undoubtedly an excellent teacher. Neither at the Hero Academy nor in the 7th Squad had there been anyone who taught constellation abilities and magic so well.
But she could sort of understand that much. It was just, Damn, No. 13's got a real talent for teaching. What a waste on a villain.
The real problem came after.
When Spade broke through Club's check and charged with unexpected, brute-force power—right when the woman who seemed to be the 'Lesseratt' leader, who they'd been chasing, was about to get caught—No. 13 had urgently placed his hand on Club's body and infused her with some strange power.
Infused her with power? Enhanced her? Honestly, she couldn't even describe the sensation or what had happened. All she knew was that in the next moment, she moved her mana as if guided by instinct in her mind, and No. 13 instructed her to intercept Spade again.
And Club, who shouldn't have been able to intercept her at all, cleanly stopped Spade in her tracks. It was astonishing. Miraculous.
At that moment, Club's abilities had definitely reached a level she'd never touched before— one she thought impossible. Beyond mere 'Clairvoyance' to true Future Sight. Beyond mere 'Trajectory Manipulation' to Space Teleportation.
She could see exactly how Spade would move, when and where she'd end up, overlaid like a double image. And the bullet she fired transcended physical distance and resistance, arriving instantly at the desired spot—right next to Spade's abdomen.
Completely cheat-level power. Knowing your opponent's moves in advance and hitting an unavoidable blind spot with zero delay? Insane.
But the power far exceeded Club's level, and handling that excessive mana flow made her convulse on the spot and pass out in an unsightly heap.
No. 13, the one who'd pushed her that far, had fussed over her, comforting and praising her.
'What the hell did that guy do to me.'
No matter how she thought about it, it had to be something No. 13 did. She didn't know what. Was it related to his enigmatic constellation ability? Wasn't it just summoning some mystery chain anchor or coming back from the dead? What constellation had even blessed him? What kind of complex did he have...?
She knew nothing about any of it. Who the hell was that guy, really?
'Not like I can figure it out just by investigating right now.'
'But if I can uncover even a clue...'
No. 13 was a dangerous man, petty crimes aside. Club's instincts told her that much. To stop him from becoming a greater evil, she had to learn more about him. She had to.
She was a hero, after all.
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"Oh, good morning, Club. Up early, huh?"
"...It's already past lunch, trash."
"Is it? I was out meeting someone yesterday. Got back at dawn."
"I wouldn't know, trash."
After eating with the Advisor and receiving her instructions in No. 13's stead, Club was in the middle of her daily cleaning duty when No. 13 sauntered in, his hair a mess.
Club shot him a glare as she wrung out the rag for wiping the windows. For some reason, No. 13 was grinning at her like an idiot.
"...Get lost already. Can't you see I'm cleaning?"
"Yeah, yeah. Sure thing. But..."
Grinning all the while, No. 13 approached her and suddenly flipped up her maid outfit's skirt.
Having been through this multiple times, Club didn't panic much. And per his prior orders, she didn't resist or move.
"Hmm, black panties today, huh. Black really suits you, Club. Your build's on the slim side, but that's why the mature lingerie adds that extra sexiness to compensate... Your hips are great, though. Yeah. Not bad, even if I picked 'em."
Trash trash trash.
He was a trashy guy who treated sexual harassment like a meal. He reached for her at every opportunity, groping and doing lewd shit without hesitation.
But she was a prisoner. She couldn't defy his orders. Couldn't rebel against him. She had no choice but to endure.
No. 13 didn't stop at flipping her skirt—he slid his hand over her crotch, stroking it through her panties. His fingers dug into that taut slit alongside the fabric.
Club flinched, her face flushing.
"I-I'm... in the middle of cleaning...? You're getting in the way..."
"Yeah, yeah. Just keep cleaning. You don't have to stay still if I flip your skirt... Wait, did I order you to? That's why you're frozen? Alright, command canceled. You can move with your skirt up. Go ahead and clean. Ignore me."
As if. Swallowing the urge to curse him out, Club turned back to the window as ordered, rag in hand.
Even as she did, No. 13 stuck to her from behind, relentlessly rubbing and stimulating her pussy. In this situation, her pussy—which had gotten ridiculously sensitive lately—was steadily getting wet.
She could vaguely feel the fabric soaking through with her own juices.
Hn... Ah... Ngh...
Club bit back frustrated moans, trying to focus on the window. She'd endure his sexual harassment somehow. This was Captain Rahe's order. Captain Rahe's order. An order.
She repeated it to herself endlessly.
At some point, No. 13's hand had shoved her panties aside and was touching her pussy directly. Rubbing those taut, soft labia, stroking the slit, then sliding a finger into her female hole.
Squelch... The lewd sound leaked out as he stirred inside her.
Club couldn't just endure it silently—a slutty sigh escaped her.
Once her pussy was plenty wet, No. 13 pulled his fingers out. Instead, he yanked her panties down to her thighs, rolling them like a coil. A sticky strand of fluid stretched between her exposed pussy and the panties hooked on her thighs before snapping.
Then No. 13 dropped his own pants, pulling out his erect cock. It was already rock-hard from morning wood.
That cock of his slowly sank into Club's exposed pussy beneath her flipped-up skirt. He gripped her ass firmly with both hands to keep her from fleeing.
Her face beet-red, Club recalled her masturbation training and relaxed as much as she could, accepting No. 13's cock. His thick shaft pierced her in one go, filling her depths.