#20 The Captive Hero's Total Surrender (Club - Complete Obedience Brainwashing) (5)
Villain No. 13 injected the brainwashing drug into Club once more. Direct ingestion would make the effects too intense, so he dampened a handkerchief with a carefully measured dose and made her inhale the scent. After a few seconds of proper inhalation, he removed the handkerchief and slipped a blindfold over her eyes. Then he placed a smartphone in her hand.
"Club. A call's gonna come in on this smartphone from now on."
"You've taken calls like this before, right? Guess who it'll be from?"
Club racked her foggy mind, addled by fatigue and the drug, trying to come up with an answer. She got it wrong two or three times before finally hitting the mark.
"Rahe... Captain...?"
"That's right. It'll be a call from Captain Rahe."


No. 13 repeated this to Club several times. No matter what voice came from the smartphone speaker, no matter what it said, the caller was definitely Captain Rahe. Club's trust in No. 13 was sky-high right now. On top of that, the drug had clouded her judgment. She accepted his words without a shred of doubt. After confirming her responses a few more times, No. 13 finished the preparations.
Moments later, the smartphone in Club's hand began to vibrate. With her eyes covered by the blindfold, No. 13 helped her unlock it and held it to her ear. As she pressed it against her ear and waited, a voice finally flowed out.
But something was off.
"......?"
That voice wasn't Captain Rahe's. It was a thick male voice. Unmistakably No. 13's. And the same voice echoed live in the room right there with her. The person on the call was definitely No. 13. Why...?
A question arose in Club's mind.
To Club in that state, the voice from the smartphone pressed to her ear—No. 13's voice—asked the question. She immediately recalled their earlier exchange.
"Captain... Rahe's."
Club blanked out for a moment. Then she nodded. Yeah... right. The person on the other end of this phone was definitely Rahe. No. 13 had said so. Once she thought that, the voice unmistakably sounded like Rahe's. It couldn't sound like anything else. Why had she ever thought it was No. 13's?
Captain Rahe always used polite language even with her subordinates. But whether it was polite or not, the nuances of speech—none of that mattered to Club now. She recognized the speaker as Rahe without question. So...
Club nodded and promised. She would obey the voice she was hearing now, no matter what. Even if it cost her life or burned her soul, she would keep it. The voice on the other end of the smartphone marveled and rejoiced at Club's noble resolve. That made Club incredibly happy too.
The voice from the smartphone—the one Club believed to be Captain Rahe's—continued relentlessly.
This content was something she could never believe or accept under normal circumstances. But Club now had no such recognition. The voice from the smartphone was absolute, something she had to believe without fail, something she must obey no matter what. So Club blankly replied that she understood.
The voice from the smartphone encouraged her, saying she was doing well.
The voice seeped into Club's half-melted mind, like poison dripping through a funnel into her veins, infiltrating deep inside. The venom of brainwashing and commands burrowed deeper and deeper within her.
Club affirmed it. She accepted it. She replied that she understood. There was no reason to refuse. Being with No. 13 felt good, after all. He was someone she could trust completely. He was on her side.
Club thought blankly for a moment. Somehow, it felt like this answer would decide everything. Like her entire remaining life, everything she had, would be determined by this one reply. But that didn't stop her from answering.
Her hesitation lasted only an instant. The answer came quickly.
"Yes, I will."
"I contract... From today, I swear complete surrender and obedience to No. 13."
"As ordered... I become No. 13's possession. For life, I become his, only his, and obey."
The moment Club answered like that—
She seemed to hear the clank-clank-clank of iron chains in her ears. She felt her soul being bound. An illusion that something wrapped around her heart. But it didn't feel suffocating. Instead, it felt freer, happier than before.
"Club, your answer was perfect. Not a single mistake. I guarantee it. Your choice is an excellent one."
The voice from the smartphone overlapped with No. 13's live voice. Soon, the call ended. No. 13 removed the smartphone from her ear and took off her blindfold. Beyond the released blindfold, No. 13's face appeared. It inspired even greater trust than before, a deep loyalty bordering on affection.
"Club, I heard your oath, your contract loud and clear."
"And welcome. From now on, you're mine. Only mine. Since you've become mine, I'll treasure you to the end. I'll use you very well."
"I'll make you happier—several times, tens, hundreds of times happier than you've ever been."
"So Club, please be joyful about this contract, this oath."
No. 13 spoke like a lifelong marriage proposal. Club beamed at his voice. The world before her eyes lit up brilliantly. She felt happy.
No. 13 stroked her cheek and gave his first order to Club, now fully belonging to him.
"Club. As your master, here's my first command."
"Let's start the submission ritual right now. That okay?"
Club didn't refuse. Her face filled with happiness, as if thrilled to receive his command.
Moments later, at No. 13's instruction, Club knelt on the floor and prostrated herself. No. 13 sat arrogantly on the edge of the bed in front of her. His exposed cock stood erect as ever.
"I... swear... I, Hero Club of the 7th Squad... deeply swear... that I have become the complete possession of Villain No. 13."

Naked on her knees before No. 13, she bowed her light head deeply and recited her oath. No. 13 hadn't specified the words. She simply poured out whatever rose from within, showing her utmost submission. After reciting her oath at length with her head to the floor like a dog, she raised it at No. 13's permission.
Then she crawled to him, pressed her face to his feet again, and kissed them. This too was part of the submission ritual symbolizing her total obedience. Starting from his toes, Club began licking his body. Slowly, devotedly. She sucked each toe with her mouth, licked his instep and ankle, then ascended his hairy, rough legs.
Finally, she reached No. 13's cock. Her precious cock. Magical cock. The mystical cock that made her happy. Club kissed it. She slowly licked clean the cock dirtied with her fluids and his semen. No. 13 stroked her head.
"Good girl, Club. The ritual is complete."
"You're definitely mine from now on. Villain No. 13's."
"Please don't forget that. I won't either."
Club mumbled "Yesss..." around his cock, sucking it happily. Her face was filled with satisfaction and bliss.
—7th Squad Hero Club, Brainwashing (Stage 1) Complete—
—Sworn complete surrender and obedience to Villain No. 13...
