Suspicion (4)
"Hnnngh... Ah... Ugh..."
As if the afterglow of her climax hadn't fully faded, Check twitched and shuddered for a long while, semen dripping steadily from her pussy. Villain No. 13 kneaded her shapely ass with his hands or spread her folds wide to inspect them, then gave that ass a sharp smack before rising to his feet.
Spade, who had stripped naked and prepared herself at some point, knelt before him now, gazing up with wide eyes.
"Miss me, Spade? Nothing special happen while I was gone?"
Spade nodded to the first question and shook her head to the second. Then she promptly reported on recent events.
Spade was now dutifully playing the role of Villain No. 13's spy, feeding him regular updates on the unit's internal affairs like this. Most of the information matched what Apple, the administrative officer, had already passed along, but Spade—out in the field herself—occasionally brought fresh intel unique to her position.
Villain No. 13 listened silently as Check performed her cleanup blowjob, but when Spade mentioned her recent meeting with Rahe, he let out a groan.
It was a close call, from what he heard. And Spade didn't strike him as the type to lie convincingly, which made it all the more dangerous. This time, it was purely thanks to the brainwashing that had rewritten her common sense: The loser obeys the winner—that's justice. Spade now believed that ridiculous notion with utter sincerity.
Secret rendezvous with Villain No. 13? Handing over her comrades to him? All of it was just "what a hero should do"—righteous duty in her altered mind. That's how she could boldly claim she "hadn't sided with evil" without a hint of guilt.
But this had been a stroke of luck. Rahe didn't truly suspect her, apparently. If Rahe had harbored real doubts and pressed with detailed questioning, some inconsistency would have slipped through eventually. And it wouldn't always be Rahe—even external auditors formed inspection teams sometimes. Interrogations like this one wouldn't cut it then.
Accounting for that, it was time for another round of brainwashing. Something thorough enough to let her field any interrogation convincingly. His head throbbed at the thought, but borrowing the far sharper mind of his Advisor should make it manageable.
And that woman... Rahe. Need to figure something out there too.
He'd just received new orders from the Villain Alliance, too. Recalling their headache-inducing contents drew a heavy sigh from him.
Spade looked up at him curiously.
"Are you all right, No. 13 sir?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Totally fine... Well, actually not, but don't worry about it."
It was the kind of thing impossible not to worry about, but since he'd ordered her not to, Spade resolved to obey faithfully.
Villain No. 13 stopped Check's cleanup blowjob, sat her beside him instead, pulled her into an embrace, and groped her breasts. A sweet, fragile sigh—straight out of some ordinary girl—escaped the lips of Check, who was always so bold and confident. Were her tits really that sensitive?
So, what now? Villain No. 13 pondered briefly.
Not about his earlier thoughts. About what to do next.
More precisely, how to play with these women.
He'd originally planned a quick brainwashing check and tweak, a light fuck to sate his urges, then send them on their way.
But the grudge from the boss interrupting his time with the Advisor still lingered like a thorn. It was infuriating, no matter how he replayed it. The Advisor had given her blessing, hadn't she? Helping each other "blow off steam" between superior and subordinate was common sense—natural, even. So why the hell had she gotten in the way?
Damn woman.
Cursing the boss inwardly, Villain No. 13 turned back to the heroes. Tonight, he'd get a little rough. A petty outlet for his frustration. He'd take out his grudge from the boss on these compliant women.
Decision made, he spent a moment plotting how to toy with them this evening, then stood from his seat.
A wicked, sinister smile—befitting a villain—spread across his face...
"So, Advisor. Got something to say for yourself?"
"N-no, ma'am..."
Meanwhile, in the Abyss hideout. On the top floor of the five-story building, in the boss's room, the Advisor stood with her head bowed, face troubled.
Across from her sat Violet, glaring daggers from her own seat.
Violet stared a moment longer, then sighed.
"Honestly. I've thought your relationship with him was off lately..."
She'd caught the Advisor and No. 13 glued to each other at odd hours, up to no good. It had nagged at her, but the Advisor had been using a man's body until recently, and they'd been like friends... so she'd let it slide as natural enough.
But this? No. Friends didn't do... s-s-s-s-sex.
Recalling the scene she'd walked in on earlier, heat rushed back to Violet's cheeks. She'd been so flustered her hand had lashed out on instinct. Showing that to a virgin—what the hell were they thinking?
Anyway, after kicking No. 13 out, calm had returned—and with it, suspicions. No. 13 was a founding member of this organization. He'd stuck by her side from the start, longer than anyone. And Violet knew him: he wasn't the type to force that on a subordinate.
His flustered excuses and attitude had rung false. And the Advisor's guilty "oh crap" expression only fueled her doubts.
Interrogating the Advisor had revealed the truth: she'd gotten brainwashing drugs from Dorothy and used mild hypnosis on No. 13. Dorothy had happily handed them over, demanding only monitoring in return...
What the hell am I supposed to do with these two...
They were adults, after all. She wasn't that uptight—virgin or not—to outright ban sex. But using brainwashing for it? Between comrades? Was that okay to ignore?
She wasn't sure.
"...You really didn't layer on any other brainwashing?"
"No. On No. 13 sir, it was just to lower his inhibitions for sex with me... and to frame random stuff as 'stress relief.' That's it. If he truly hated it, he wouldn't have gone along—and he'd have stopped the second I refused! He's a gentleman, after all!"
"Yeah, yeah. That coward's the biggest scaredy-cat out there. No surprise."
"He's a gentleman, Boss!"
Violet shook her head wearily at the Advisor's utter infatuation. This version of her wasn't familiar. Violet had known about the circumstances forcing the Advisor into that fake male body via her ability. Back then, as a man, it had seemed like pure admiration—a solid friendship between superior and subordinate.
But now, in a woman's body, wearing that expression... It stirred unease, a faint sense of crisis in Violet. (She never considered how risky things might have been even when the Advisor was "male"—too innocent and rigid for such thoughts.)
"...Fine. If you're both consenting adults, I can't stop you. But tell No. 13 about the brainwashing too. That's my condition."
"R-really...?"
"What choice do I have? Blocking it just because I don't like it looks petty. Just... keep it discreet. Out of my sight."
Even with Violet's leniency, the Advisor hesitated, glancing nervously. Violet shot her a "spit it out" look, and the Advisor spoke cautiously.
"I-is it really okay...? I mean, for you too, Boss..."
"...? What about me."
"......If you want, you could join us. You could take his virginity first—then it could be my turn..."
Violet hurled the doll from her desk. The Advisor shielded her head with her arms.
"Don't be ridiculous. If you two wanna fool around, go ahead. I don't care."
"But Boss, you too..."
"Shut it. No weird talk. ...Anyway, time for serious business."
The playful mood shifted abruptly. The Advisor straightened her expression to match Violet's displeased one.
The Villain Alliance had issued new orders recently. And they were such a pain that Violet was feeling the stress.
"'Subjugate the 7th Squad's Captain Rahe.' Straight-up absurd. Even ignoring the timeline, demanding that from us is outrageous."
"...But we can't refuse."
The Abyss organization had received multiple warnings from the Villain Alliance lately. With No. 13 powerless and the group weakening fast, they'd faced expulsion demands. They'd scraped by on the "final chance" ultimatum, even pulling off a villain terror op recently to prove their worth.
Yet here came another unreasonable demand.
Rahe, captain of the 7th Squad. They knew exactly what "subjugating" her meant. The Alliance's intent was obvious—they wanted Violet to refuse. Then they'd use it as leverage for more concessions.
Abyss had ample funds for its size, despite burning through plenty as it declined. She could yield some capital.
But if they wanted more than money? Almost certainly. Abyss now had only four members left, including Violet herself. Post-No. 13's fall, countless talents had been arrested, defected back to society, or poached by rivals. Yet the remnants were elite of elites—even without No. 13, the three (or Dorothy alone) could replace the old roster.
They'd demand Dorothy or the Advisor for sure. Dorothy's inventions were infamous in villain circles; the Advisor's brilliance well-known. And Violet herself drew interest from groups eyeing her unique position and abilities.
Devious. They'd issue impossible orders, then snatch the real prizes: irreplaceable talents.
Infuriating—but refusing wasn't an option.
A true dilemma.
