episode_0054

Sticky, wet sounds…

Mmm… H-huh… Oh… Aaaah…

Inside the motel room, lewd and strange moans echoed, along with vulgar sounds of their bodies colliding.

Spade lay prostrate on the bed, and Number 13 took her from behind.

While Number 13 seemed to be enjoying himself with a certain ease, Spade trembled with a start or let out nasal moans, reacting loudly every time he thrust into her from behind.

Thanks to the brainwashing drug she’d been given upon arriving here, Spade’s body was now incredibly wanton, seething with lust, and highly sensitive.

Furthermore, even her instincts to suppress pleasure had been completely uninhibited, so the pleasure her body felt was transmitted throughout her entire being without the slightest reduction.

Setting aside everything else, it was clear that she was experiencing the maximum happiness and pleasure possible in this situation, enjoying sex in the best possible way.

‘Oh… wait… What am I… doing….’

‘Ah, right… I was… having sex… with Number 13….’

Spade thought with a dazed mind. A faint sense of strangeness flickered, but that peculiar thought was quickly erased as Number 13 thrust deep inside her or rubbed a sensitive spot.

“Spade, are you thinking about something else? Don’t do that, just think about me. Concentrate on sex. To feel even better.”

Number 13 said. If Number 13 said it, she had to obey. Because she belonged to Number 13.

Spade thought that way, quickly shutting out other thoughts and concentrating solely on sex with Number 13.

Thus, the sex continued.

Hmph… Oh… Mmm…

Aaah… H-hawoo…

Spade felt as though her memories were being cut off. Or perhaps part of her mind was melting away, leaving her unable to process the immediate situation.

At some point, Spade found herself no longer being taken from behind as she had been moments before, but instead riding atop Number 13, moving her hips herself.

Just before, it seemed she’d had sex facing Number 13, and earlier still, she’d been taken standing over there… It felt that way, but she couldn’t quite remember. It was as if she’d been dreaming.

“Haa, Number 13, Number 13, Number 13…! Ah-wooh…!!”

“You came again, Spade. You’re doing well. Thanks to you, I feel incredibly good too. I’ve already come three times.”

“Ugh, ughh♡ Good, good♡ So good♡ Number 13, Number 13oo♡♡”

Each time she moved her hips herself, the penetration from his penis inside her made Spade herself feel even better.

Spade continued to move her hips, clinging to Number 13 as if embracing him.

After reaching climax a couple more times, Number 13, holding Spade’s buttocks, ejaculated deep inside her.

With a gush, Number 13’s essence… his seed was poured, filling Spade’s vagina.

“Awoooooh…♡♡”

Spade, still atop Number 13, trembled as if overwhelmed, crying out. Then, she quickly embraced Number 13 and collapsed.

Number 13 embraced Spade, who lay exhausted on top of him, and kissed her lips.

“Spade, you can still go on, can’t you?”

“I told you earlier. Be prepared to go all night. I can still go on for a long time too.”

At Number 13’s words and his kiss, Spade’s body trembled slightly… but soon, she happily accepted both his words and his kisses.

With a peerlessly seductive face meant to entice men, she clung to him, acting coquettishly and demanding sex to feel even better.

None of her former dignified appearance as a hero remained. All that was left of her was the image of an experienced prostitute, striving to satisfy the man in any way she could.

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The next morning, Club pushed aside her blanket and groggily got up, falling into a slight sense of self-reproach as she recalled yesterday’s events.

In the end, last night she had followed Number 13’s orders, reaching all five climaxes he had commanded.

She hadn’t been satisfied with just those five times, ending up doing it two more times afterward… Anyway.

Thanks to that, when she woke up in the morning, her whole body felt sluggish and lacked strength. As a hero, her stamina wouldn’t be completely depleted by this, but still, seven climaxes in one night… well, at least for masturbation, it was her first time. It was a very unfamiliar feeling.

‘…I’ll probably be living like this for a while yet.’

‘It’s good to get used to it, but I’m worried I might get too used to it… and fall into it instead.’

Living here, she would likely receive all sorts of demands in the future.

Since she had to obey anyway, it was better to accept it naturally rather than feel discontent.

However, she worried that it might become too extreme, to the point where she would be completely tainted by Number 13 and the others.

Losing herself, falling completely into being their mere toy… and changing into the form they desired.

Simply put, she worried that Club herself might fall into this lust-filled life, clinging to Number 13 of her own accord to satiate these desires.

Life with Number 13, and the sexual life here, felt that good and had penetrated deep within her.

Lust, by its very nature, was the easiest to fall into and the hardest to resist… Moreover, unlike hunger or the desire for sleep, its limits were invisible.

As she leaned against the bed’s headboard, lost in thought for a long time.

Suddenly, a knock-knock sound came from the door.

“Ms. Club, I’m coming in~?”

It was the Staff Officer’s voice.

Without waiting for her reply, the Staff Officer immediately unlocked the door from the outside and entered.

In their hand was a tray, and on the tray was today’s breakfast menu.

“Today’s breakfast is sandwiches. I added my own special arrangement, so it’s quite a proud creation of mine!”

The Staff Officer spoke with a fresh voice, their silver hair glinting. In contrast, Club’s face twisted into an annoyed expression at their smiling face.

It was because they were the type to make people quite tired just by looking at them. It was hard to explain in detail, but such people existed.

Others might find them energizing, but at least in Club’s eyes, the Staff Officer was that kind of being.

The Staff Officer placed the tray on the nearby table and prepared it so she could eat immediately.

The Staff Officer would also eat here with her. It had always been this way. When the Staff Officer was busy, Number 13 would take their place.

The pretext was to prevent her from feeling lonely, but even with that pretext, the real purpose was probably surveillance or observation.

Since there was no point in thinking about it anyway, Club sighed and got out of bed.

“I’m going to wash up… Just a moment.”

“Okay~♪ I’ll wait~♪”

It was an atmosphere so gentle and mild it was hard to believe they had once been in a relationship where they almost killed each other.

Club found this somewhat awkward and trudged alone towards the bathroom.

* * *

“There’s been a slight change in the schedule.”

After finishing her meal and passing some idle time, Number 13, as usual, came to visit.

Number 13 looked a little tired, perhaps from whatever he had done yesterday. But after drinking some liquid from a brown bottle in front of Club, he quickly perked up.

What kind of medicine was that, she wondered? At least Club didn’t want to drink it much. It felt like her lifespan would drastically shorten if she did.

“Schedule, you say?”

“Originally, today I was going to head down to the basement floor, which we haven’t touched yet. It’s a lot to do alone, but with the help of Club and the Staff Officer… I thought we might be able to manage it in about a week.”

Horrible. Just hearing it was horrible.

Being a prisoner tasked with cleaning a villain’s hideout… well, she was somehow accepting that.

However, the basement cleaning, expected to take a week or potentially even longer, was somewhat sickening.

Club was fundamentally lazy. If it was something she was interested in, that was one thing, but she wanted to avoid cleaning, which held no interest for her, if at all possible.

To Club, who was sending him a hopeful gaze, Number 13 continued with a sigh.

“But it seems like it won’t be possible. Something urgent has come up.”

“…Urgent?”

“The details are classified, so I can’t tell you.”

“You said I’m your temporary member. Can’t you tell your comrades?”

“If you were a ‘full’ member instead of ‘temporary,’ I’d tell you. How about it, want to join?”

“…No, thanks. Don’t tell me.”

Club pouted her lips. Number 13 watched her with a smile.

“Anyway, since that’s how it is, there’s no cleaning today.”

Instead, he continued.

“Today, we’re going outside.”

* * *

Club was blindfolded, and her hands were bound behind her back with leather handcuffs.

It was supposedly a precaution, but she certainly wasn’t comfortable.

Then, she was led by Number 13, heading somewhere.

Unfortunately, she didn’t have the ability to discern their location by the footsteps or the number of turns, so she gave up on trying to remember the route and simply followed docilely.

After passing through a rather complex route, Club thus emerged from the hideout.

For the first time in a long while, she escaped that stifling space and felt the outside air. It was something trivial, yet it somehow choked her up.

“…You seem happy to be outside.”

“What do you mean? I’m not.”

“No, I feel bad about just keeping you cooped up like that. We’ve also restricted your movement within the hideout itself.”

Number 13 wanted to give Club more freedom if possible. He judged it would be fine since she was brainwashed and could be controlled.

However, the boss restricted it. Saying it was too naive. Since she was a hero, who knew what she might do, so how could they just let her roam free?

The boss’s words had a point. No, it was natural that the boss’s words were much more correct.

To be considerate of a mere prisoner while underestimating the danger they posed; that kind of carelessness would surely lead to getting hit from behind.

“Still, I’ll observe you a bit more, and if it seems there truly won’t be any problems, I’ll give you more freedom. First, you can wander around inside the hideout, then I’ll take you outside to the surrounding areas, and sometimes I’ll even take you on my dessert pilgrimages.”

“…I don’t plan on staying that long, you know.”

“Well. It depends on how things turn out.”

When Club spoke with a dampening tone, Number 13, as usual, smoothly brushed it off.

After only a brief moment of feeling the outside air, the two soon moved indoors.

Not above ground, but descending underground.

“We’re here.”

Finally, Club’s blindfold was removed.

Scattered lights became visible.

‘Here…?’

She rolled her eyes, surveying her surroundings.

It was a vast space.

A very old, abandoned space, thickly covered in dust.

The concrete walls and floor were cracked or broken in various places, and scattered everywhere were shards of broken glass and chunks of ruined scrap metal.

“This is an old subway tunnel we used to use. We’re going to go further down from here, all the way to the subway platform.”

He said he removed the blindfold because if she wore it, she wouldn’t be able to see the ground and might trip.

Indeed, debris was scattered everywhere on the ground, making it dangerous.

And so, she proceeded further into the subway tunnel with Number 13.

At some point, they reached a staircase and descended, revealing an incredibly long and wide space along with a subway platform.

Any identifiable parts that might indicate what station this was, or where it was, were all either broken or erased, making it impossible to figure out.

The upper level seemed to have collapsed in various places, with piles of concrete debris scattered about, but surprisingly, this area was intact.

Moreover, strangely, even though they had descended underground, it was easier to breathe than on the upper level a moment ago.

Number 13 explained the reason.

“It’s easy to breathe, isn’t it? Dorothy’s robots cleaned it thoroughly. We’re planning to stay here for a while today.”

So that was it.

“What… do you plan to do here?”

Club asked, wary.

Why had he dragged her, a prisoner, all the way to a place like this?

To Club, who held such a natural question, Number 13 said nonchalantly.

“Training.”

“Today, we’ll train here all day. I’ll teach you how to use your abilities.”