episode_0069

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Again, an email arrived for the Leader of the 7th Unit from that same unidentified address as usual.

We had requested Apple, the specialist in IT-related matters, and also the headquarters’ specialized team to trace it, but we couldn’t find out anything about the sender.

To think they could evade the tracing of a specialized team that even uses Awakened abilities, I wonder if they also have an Awakened individual capable of using related abilities.

Anyway, with the means we currently have, there’s no way to find out anything, so we’ve almost given up on identifying the sender.

Anyway, an email came from that untraceable sender.

As revealed in the email, the sender was indeed Villain No. 13.

He was the one who kidnapped Club.

He had been sending updates on Club’s well-being almost every day. Scenes of her eating, doing chores, even her sleeping appearance. He even filmed and sent video messages.

Apple guaranteed that the photos weren’t fabricated. But that didn’t mean they could relax. There was no telling what might happen to her in places outside of the photos or videos.

At least her complexion didn’t look bad, which was somewhat reassuring.

And so, assuming it was another routine update today, an additional message was included.

Until now, the only time he had left a text message was when he first sent an email.

[I will return your precious subordinate.]

That message was left in the same tone as before.

The specified date was approximately one week later, but for contingencies, he stated that the detailed schedule and location would be announced the day before or on the day itself.

[Your subordinate, Heroine Club, is a noble and passionate individual. Thanks to her, we were able to have good conversations.]

[Aside from the parts where we could somewhat understand each other, there were also parts where we clashed and collided to an unmanageable degree. However, I believe that too was the joy of conversation and a fruitful time.]

[It would have been better if our time together had been longer, but if I kept her much longer than this, the worries of everyone in the 7th Unit would grow, so I shall put my regrets aside.]

[After all, we desire peace rather than war and discord.]

The content of the message was roughly as described. It was content that a villain would hardly have written, but if it’s just words, they can be fabricated at will.

Leader Rahye had seen countless cunning and despicable villains of that kind.

Therefore, she didn’t believe the content at face value. But even if she didn’t believe it, there was nothing she could do immediately.

And so, Rahye closed the email and immediately called all available members of the 7th Unit for a meeting.

To discuss the operation to reclaim Club, which would take place in about a week.

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Knock knock knock.

“…Excuse me.”

As Club knocked and greeted, a voice from beyond the door told her to enter.

She opened the doorknob and entered. Inside the room, No. 13, casually dressed and sipping a drink, greeted her.

“Good evening, Club. You came just as I called.”

“…It’s not a good evening at all.”

It was a little after dinner.

Normally, at this time, Club usually lounged around idly in her room. Sometimes No. 13 would barge into her room, but on other days, she’d pass the time by reading game consoles or comic books No. 13 gave her, then masturbate and fall asleep.

However, being called to No. 13’s room at this hour, in this manner… had never happened before.

She had come to the room a few times to clean, but….

“Sit, Club. Do you have a favorite drink? Beer? Soju? Wine? Cocktails? Do you like them?”

“…I don’t really enjoy alcohol. I don’t like soju, and I only drink a little beer. I’ve never tried cocktails.”

“Then I’ll prepare a cocktail for you. One that’s not too strong. Since I like alcohol, I’ve learned cocktail making as a hobby.”

No. 13 said that, seated Club, and busily took out various items and prepared them.

Club cast a wary glance at him.

“I don’t know much about cocktails.”

“It’s fine. To get you used to it, how about we start with something simple? Maybe a beer-based one? Or perhaps a Kahlúa Milk that’s easy to drink….”

Soon, a dedicated glass was prepared, and a cocktail was mixed with hands skilled enough to suggest more than just a hobby.

The glass placed before Club was a type of cocktail containing champagne.

No. 13 chattered on cheerfully about this and that, but honestly, there was a lot of useless information and Club wasn’t very interested, so she half-listened. She heard the name, but it was hazy in her memory.

However, the way the gold and black formed a gradient, along with the rising bubbles, gave it a rather pretty impression.

She almost drank it thoughtlessly, but she regained her composure and put the glass back down.

“Not drinking? You don’t completely abstain from alcohol, do you?”

“…How would I know what you put in it?”

“Haha, what meaning would there be in putting something in it in this situation? If I wanted to kill you, it would be much easier to use a gun or a knife than poison.”

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“What, even saying this won’t do? Are you that suspicious? Well, I am a villain, after all. Can’t be helped.”

No. 13 said with a grin.

“Drink,” Club. It’s an order.”

“……Ghkk…!”

If it was an order.

Then Club couldn’t refuse.

Ultimately, Club emptied the entire glass, putting the cheese No. 13 occasionally offered as a snack into her mouth, every last drop.

The cocktail itself tasted good. Or rather, did it taste good? Club, who wasn’t familiar with the taste of alcohol, couldn’t quite tell, but drinking alcohol with cheese was not a bad experience. She wanted to try drinking like this again someday.

But was she already feeling tipsy? For some reason, her head felt fuzzy. No. 13 had clearly said he would prepare a low-alcohol cocktail.

‘No… this is… just the alcohol….’

“Now, I still have many cocktails I want to show you. Next time, let’s toast properly and enjoy ourselves together, Club. …A drinking session with a Heroine-nim, it’s quite fresh and exciting.”

No. 13 said that, and quickly prepared another cocktail and placed it before Club.

This time, it was a cocktail that felt like milk tea, with a somewhat smooth texture. However, it wasn’t just a simple cocktail; it contained a brainwashing drug, just like before.

Club didn’t know the specifics, but even vaguely aware that something was strange, she couldn’t refuse. Because it was No. 13’s order, and furthermore, Rahye’s order.

And so, Club ended up emptying three glasses of cocktails containing the brainwashing drug.

When she had emptied all of them, Club was in a state of complete dizziness, with both the intoxication and the effects of the brainwashing drug taking hold, and she was losing her reason.

No. 13 simply watched Club like that, sipping and emptying the contents of his own remaining glass.

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…..you…….it…….do…..

‘…?’

‘What… is he… saying… now….’

Club, unable to regain her senses from the double punch of intoxication and the brainwashing drug.

Currently, Club was sitting on the sofa in the corner of No. 13’s room, pulled into his embrace from behind, still in that state.

At the same time, he was whispering something into Club’s ear, and she felt as if she somehow understood the words, yet couldn’t properly make them out.

When she realized it, Club’s clothes had somehow all been removed. She was naked, held in No. 13’s arms.

No. 13’s hands were gently caressing and stroking Club’s body, fumbling over it. At his gentle and soft touch, Club involuntarily let out a soft moan.

His hands were merely stroking her so softly… yet it felt incredibly, incredibly good….

“Club, Club, it’s alright. You can relax more. You don’t need to be tense.”

“Because I’m someone you can trust. Because I’m on Club’s side. Club, Club. Trust me. Please trust me.”

No. 13 whispered softly.

Words that the usual Club would have scorned, telling him not to be ridiculous.

However, No. 13’s whispering voice now strangely permeated Club’s being, imparting a sense of conviction.

He’s good to trust. He can be trusted. He’s an okay person. He’s on her side.

So… it’s fine. Even if he’s a villain, he’s definitely okay.

No. 13’s hand stroked Club’s lower abdomen. That was where the uterus was located. While she had been here, No. 13 had occasionally stroked her lower abdomen like this.

“Nngh….”

Club let out a sigh of pleasure. He had only lightly stroked the spot, yet a tingling sensation had reached her uterus beyond it.

It wasn’t just her uterus. Wherever his hands touched, it felt good. She became warm, tingly, and light.

“Club, Club. My hands, you see, they’re magic hands.”

“No matter where I touch, no matter how I touch, that spot will feel incredibly happy.”

“Understood? Now, with these magic hands, I’ll touch Club all over and make you feel good. Let’s feel very, very good, Club.”

No. 13 pressed his tongue into Club’s ear, continuously kneading and stroking her body.

Club let out joyful sighs, surrendering her body to No. 13’s hands… and repeatedly wriggled her waist in pleasure.