#19 The Captive Heroine Right Now... (Club - Sexual Harassment Sex) (2)
Squelch... squelch... squelch... squelch... squelch... squelch...
"Hng... Eut... Hauk..."
Villain No. 13's cock thrusts slowly and leisurely into Club's depths, gradually picking up speed bit by bit. Club can no longer focus on wiping the window at all. She simply braces herself against it with her hands, desperately holding back the waves of pleasure.
Club's pussy is drenched. Unbelievably so, even to her. No. 13's penis pries her sopping folds wide open, probing every nook and cranny as if savoring her completely. Rubbing here, grinding there, making her spill sweet sighs over and over.
"Alright, about time to wrap this up..."
Even as he says "about time" so casually, his thick shaft has already been plowing and tasting her pussy for quite a while. Club has cum twice already in the meantime. Partly because her pussy is just too damn sensitive...
And so, No. 13's cock grinds against the deepest part inside her, rubbing her cervix as it begins to spew semen.
Gush... gush... gush...
Hot, vital fluid floods into the depths of Club's belly.
"Ngh... Grk...♡"
No. 13's cum pours into Club. Even after finishing, he keeps his penis buried inside her for a while, hugging her close and groping her breasts through her clothes. The last spurts finally taper off, and only then does he seem satisfied, releasing her.
Drip, plop—semen backflows from her pussy and drips down. Some lands on her panties, some on the floor.
No. 13 personally pulls up her panties for her, covering her pussy that's still leaking cum.
"Can't go making more mess for the floor. And that spot you dirtied? Clean it up yourself, Club. You can handle that, right?"
"......Understood."
No. 13 points alternately at the floor and his own cock. Understanding his intent, Club drops to her knees before him, sucking his cock clean with her mouth before standing back up. The floor? She'll mop it up all at once later when she cleans the hallway...
Club glares at No. 13, but her flushed face and eyes softened with lingering desire show no trace of her former ferocity.
No. 13 grins, kneading her ass a few times under her skirt before zipping up his pants and turning back toward his room.
Club watches his retreating back with frustration, yet a strange feeling gnaws at her too. Torment over how good it had felt to be fondled and fucked by him just moments ago. And on top of that, an aching regret that he'd cum once and left like he was satisfied. 'A bit more...'
'What... what's happening to me?'
She feels her heart pounding. Feels heat gathering in her womb.
It's been about a week since she was kidnapped here. Club feels a definite change in her own body, leaving her somewhat confused...
"Dorothy~ You around?"
Dorothy's lab. No. 13 drops by today as casually as ever, looking for his colleague.
Dorothy isn't in the main lab. But from the adjoining experiment room beyond, strange noises emanate.
He knows someone's inside, but he doesn't barge into the experiment room. Instead, he just pulls up a chair and sits, waiting patiently. Dorothy in the middle of an experiment is terrifying. Truly terrifying. He doesn't even know what she's experimenting on, which makes it all the scarier—and if you interrupt her uninvited, her wrath is on another level. They say she amps up the scariness on purpose for safety reasons, since screwing up could lead to something worse than death.
Honestly, he'd prefer she didn't run such horrifying experiments inside the hideout.
Luckily, he doesn't have to wait long. Dorothy emerges from the experiment room. Though as she does, No. 13 swears he glimpses something horrific writhing beyond the door... He decides to forget he saw it.
"What's up, No. 13?"
"Wanted to check on Club's status. You're examining her every other day, right? How's it going? Brainwashing progress?"
For Club's brainwashing, Dorothy had handled the initial full-day session on the first day. Everything after that was left entirely to No. 13. In other words, Dorothy had primed Club's brain into a blank canvas, easy to rewrite—then No. 13 painted the picture himself.
That said, No. 13 is still an amateur at brainwashing techniques. So he's seeking advice from Dorothy, the developer of his tools and true expert on the subject.
Dorothy looks annoyed, but she doesn't refuse his request for help. She tosses a stack of A4 papers onto the desk in front of him.
"My inspection report. Wrote it up last night—latest version. Reference it or whatever."
"Whoa... this is super detailed."
"Put a summary and rough directions on the first page for a dummy like you. The rest? Read it or don't."
"You know me so well. Love you tons, Dorothy."
Dorothy wrinkles her nose at his flippant confession but just huffs primly in response.
"So, how long you planning to keep that bitch around?"
"Dunno. Told the 7th Squad captain it'd be two weeks."
"It's been a bit over a week now... so, few days left? Five? Four?"
"Five. Not a long time."
No. 13 flips through the report, then sets it down and looks at Dorothy.
"What do you think, Dorothy?"
"About what."
"Can we fully brainwash Club within the timeframe? Safe to send her back to the 7th Squad like this?"
No. 13 asks, and Dorothy peers at him through her monocle.
"You seem pretty pressed."
"Boss wants it."
Boss Violet. She'd recently attended another "Villain Alliance" meeting, with Advisor at her side.
No. 13 had racked up a major achievement not long ago. He'd taken on an escort mission for the villain group "Lesserath" and executed it flawlessly. He'd made damn sure to emphasize how the Lesserath leader escaped thanks to his efforts.
But the Villain Alliance's reaction had been lukewarm. Praise and rewards felt perfunctory, the atmosphere off.
After the meeting, Violet had returned furious about it—but also with an ineffable sense of crisis. Like the calm before a storm. Some vague unease.
"Just in case, she wants a tighter grip on the 7th Squad."
Hence, Club. He'd already deeply brainwashed Spade and Apple into his own, but adding Club would make it ironclad. And the sooner, the better. The boss was feeling uneasy about the ongoing situation and had explicitly said to wrap it up fast.
"...Jeez, always saying it—you lose all reason when it comes to the boss."
"What're you talking about? I'm being totally rational right now."
"Sure. But when you threw together that half-assed plan to brainwash Spade at the start and charged out? Didn't look rational to me."
Truth was, back then, one slip-up and No. 13 wouldn't be here. If Dorothy's tool had glitched, or Spade was resistant to brainwashing. If she'd ignored his negotiations and smashed his skull, or used real bullets instead of rubber ones...
Lots of points where he could've died. Same with kidnapping Club.
He's still alive purely because of miracle piled on miracle—a hair's breadth from a total luck drain.
Anyway, Dorothy doesn't seem keen to dwell on it. She's long known about his abnormal loyalty to the boss.
So she just states the facts calmly.
"Full brainwashing? Not happening short-term. It's delicate work. Minimum half a year, up to two if it drags."
"...For real? Even Spade and Apple?"
"Yeah. Can't call them fully brainwashed. Pretty advanced, sure—but neglect maintenance for a while or hit a trigger, and it could unravel easy."
No. 13 sighs in lament. He'd known it wouldn't be easy, but damn, brainwashing's tougher than he thought.
To such a No. 13, Dorothy continues with a "But."
"Full brainwashing's out, but sending her back to the 7th Squad? No issue. You're managing Spade and Apple that way already, right? Doesn't need to be complete. Just tweak the brainwashing once a week or so. No need to keep her chained here. The longer the brainwashing period, the less frequent adjustments you'll need anyway."
"...Oh...."
Makes perfect sense. No. 13 nods.
"So, when can we send her back? Within five days, right? That's what you just said."
Dorothy answers flatly to his question.
"Right now, if you want. Anytime. That woman's done for already."
A bold answer, brimming with confidence. No. 13 nods in satisfaction.