Suspicion (3)
"No...! I haven't, Captain! I would never betray the 7th Squad or side with the villains!"
Spade protested in a trembling voice, but with unwavering resolve. Her gaze, which had been hesitantly fixed on the floor, now locked straight onto Rahe. It couldn't be true. There was no way. She would never betray the 7th Squad, abandon justice, and join forces with those evil villains. She knew she lacked the logic or evidence to prove her innocence right here and now, but that didn't change the facts—false was false. Spade simply stared straight at Rahe with unyielding honesty.
She steeled her heart. Even if she couldn't prove her innocence in this moment and ended up arrested, she wouldn't show any unsightly weakness. Anyone who bore the mantle of justice had to remain dignified in any situation. They had to set an example for others.
...And the one who had taught her that was none other than Captain Rahe, standing right in front of her.
"I will never betray justice. ...Just please understand that much."
Rahe met Spade's gaze with solemn, stern eyes. How long did that silence stretch between them? A long exchange, or perhaps just a fleeting moment of connection. At last, Rahe let out a soft huh and smiled faintly.
Huaaah...
Spade gave her final bow and left the captain's office. She'd only been inside for about thirty minutes. Yet exhaustion crashed over her like she'd run a full marathon at top speed. It wasn't physical fatigue, of course—it was mental...
God, seriously.
The suspicions about Spade seemed to have settled for now. Not completely, but Captain Rahe had said she believed her.
"I believe you, Spade."
Rahe had smiled and said it in response to Spade's words. The sudden shift in atmosphere—and attitude—left Spade stunned.
"It's been a little over a year since you joined the 7th Squad with me, hasn't it?"
"Anyway, I've seen a lot from you in that time. And from what I've observed, you're not the type to collude with villains. That's the Spade I know."
Rahe apologized for scaring her and cautioned her at the same time. What she'd mentioned was just suspicion—no hard evidence, no substance. To anyone who truly knew Spade, it would sound utterly ridiculous. But to those who didn't know her, it could seem like undeniable truth, especially if they blindly trusted the source without question.
So Rahe warned her to always be cautious, to act with even greater care and show no openings.
"You can usually tell if someone's lying just by looking them in the eye."
"Unless my instincts have gone rusty, you look innocent to me. So I'll trust you."
With that, Rahe wrapped up the conversation, and Spade was cleared of suspicion.
But her believing me is just from Captain Rahe's perspective.
Rahe had said she'd trust her for now, but headquarters—the ones who'd raised the issue first—might see things differently. From what Spade had heard, even Rahe hadn't wanted to interrogate her like this; she'd only done it formally at HQ's request. Spade would have to stay vigilant. She had no interest in being falsely accused of something she hadn't done. Colluding with villains? It was absurd. She didn't want that kind of slander hanging over her...
Drained to the bone, Spade returned to her room in the base. As she reached for the doorknob—
"...Ah."
Something occurred to her, and she hurriedly pulled her smartphone from her pocket. No wristwatch, so she checked the time on her phone. Spade's brow furrowed.
"I'm late..."
She had an appointment. In talking with Captain Rahe, she'd lost track of time. Spade rushed inside, changed clothes, and hurried back out. She had to get there before it got any later...
The rusty door creaked open with a kiiiik. Arriving at the now-familiar abandoned warehouse, Spade closed the door behind her and headed deeper inside. Her night vision was sharp, and the occasional glow from bare bulbs made a flashlight unnecessary.
As she ventured further, she heard signs of life. Familiar voices—mixed male and female. Spade followed the sounds to a closed door, gave it a light knock, and slowly opened it.
"Oh, there you are, Spade. What took you so long? We've already started?"
"...Sorry. The captain called me in right before I left."
"I see. Can't be helped, then. First, strip and come over here?"
The man waiting in the room was Villain No. 13. Spade met him here at the appointed time on designated days for their secret rendezvous. But unlike usual, it wasn't just the two of them this time.
Ah... Ah... Aaaang...
In front of No. 13, on all fours and completely naked, was Check—Spade's mentor and senior in the 7th Squad. No. 13 gripped her ass cheeks on both sides, rhythmically thrusting his hips.
Thwack, thwack—the sound of flesh slapping flesh echoed, matched by Check's lewd moans spilling out nonstop. In the corner of the room, on a sofa, lay another senior, Coco—also naked, limbs splayed out limp. Semen leaked back out from her pussy, and her usually sharp face was slack and messy, a far cry from her normal poise.
Check and Coco had fallen into No. 13's trap a few days ago and been defeated. Now they were both under his control. Back when he'd brainwashed them, time had been short, so he'd only sampled them briefly before sending them back. Today, he'd called them all together to finish what he'd started.
"Ah, ah, I'm cumming... Cumming, gonna go...!"
"Yeah, yeah. Cum all you want, you damn hero bitch."
No. 13 pistoned his hips at a steady, expert pace—not too fast, not too slow—stirring Check's insides with his rock-hard, imposing cock. He churned her sensitive depths, and as promised, she came vulgarly, just like that. Burying her face in the cheap assembled bed's sheets, her body twitched and shuddered.
Spade watched with a twinge of jealousy and envy. But more than that, she felt a fresh thrill of joy. The things she loved—the things she admired and absolutely adored about Check—Spade could now share and experience together. Joy like this doubled when shared, rather than hoarded alone.
But she couldn't let Check and Coco monopolize No. 13's precious seed. Spade hurried to strip and join in. Then something caught her eye, and she shot a puzzled glance.
No. 13 noticed.
"What?"
"No, it's just... your cheek."
"...Oh, this. Don't worry about it. Personal stuff."
A large handprint marred No. 13's cheek. While handling paperwork at the hideout, he'd tried to fuck his Advisor for a mood booster—only for the boss to walk in at the worst moment. First offense: forcibly stripping the Advisor. Second: abusing his position to assault her. Third: exposing the boss to his monstrous dick. For those crimes, he'd gotten a harsh scolding and that handprint as a parting gift.
It wasn't forced, though.
The boss clearly wasn't interested in his complaints. No point whining now. That frustration had made today's No. 13 even more ferocious than usual—hence summoning three heroes at once.
In any case, Spade didn't pry further and quickly shed her remaining clothes. She bared her pristine, flawless nude body before No. 13—a virgin form that knew no man but him, perfectly ripened.
No. 13 glanced sidelong at her as he finished up. The once-tough hero Check was reduced to whimpering helplessly, her cunt yielding to his rigid pillar. She wasn't the strong vice-captain now—just a sow submitting to cock.
Spurt, spurt, spurt...!
Huuuuhhh...!
At last, No. 13 began ejaculating deep into Check's pussy. Each pulse made his buried cock twitch, and her slick, clinging walls clenched tighter around him in response. Every breath she took milked him fantastically—the pleasure was indescribable.
No. 13's cock finally slipped free from Check's pussy. Still presenting her ass, she convulsed in aftershocks, lost in lingering ecstasy. Soon, the cum he'd poured inside began backflowing, dripping down between her thighs...