"Among them, the third one is recommended. "The type that completely kills one's personality."
Dorothy casually said something scary.
"I heard that this time, the hero named Spade came to his senses at a critical moment and almost got into big trouble."
"In that case, all you have to do is slightly destroy your brain and erase your memories and personality. Then there will be no need to come to our senses, and we can comfortably treat ourselves like puppets."
Erasing only existing personalities and memories may require delicate work, but
He threatens to do something about it with his own skills.
Certainly, as Dorothy said, it is safe in terms of safety.
Just like this time, a soldier who does not listen at a critical moment is more dangerous than an enemy who is merely strong.
"But in this case, I can't use you as a spy."
Even if we were to return her to Division 7 after the brainwashing process was completed, she would definitely know what was happening at a glance.
There's no way I wouldn't recognize a doll-like woman whose personality has been erased.
It may not be true if they are complete strangers, but they probably see each other and fight each other in the same building anyway.
"There are two horses to use as spies. "In comparison, we don't have the personnel to fight directly right now."
"That too… "I see."
"So, shouldn't there be at least one perfect chess player who only listens to orders?"
Dorothy's suggestion is reasonable.
There is nothing wrong with it, and I definitely think that method is correct, but... .
Still, No. 13 found it difficult to accept and shook his head in denial.
Killing a person is no different from murder,
I also feel uncomfortable thinking about having to live under the roof of this hideout with someone like that from now on.
The opponent is a hero and you are a villain,
I have no intention of showing sympathy since we have nothing to say even if we die at the point where we are defeated by the other person.
For No. 13, who has no tolerance for things like grotesques and gore, as well as impoverished genres, this was also a bit of a turn-off.
'… Apple too... 'Of course.'
In addition, when I think about Apple's reaction I saw a while ago,
It seemed like he was worried a lot about the club... It's scary because I don't know how they will react if I kill their personality and become a doll.
Will you be happy about that fact?
Or will I come to my senses in anger?
In the end, we decided to reject this option.
Dorothy seemed very dissatisfied with this, but she still respected the will of her boss, No. 13.
"More than that, you only had one apple as a test sample, so would that be possible? Just from what I hear, it sounds like it will be a pretty delicate surgery."
"… … ."
"Answer me, man."
Truly a genius scientist and mad scientist.
For the sake of his own desire for research and experimentation, he would throw away the lives of one or two people like straw.
anyway.
I dropped the option Dorothy recommended, but
However, this does not mean that the brainwashing itself will stop,
Number 13 talked with Dorothy while contemplating among the remaining options.
There is a precedent for spades,
This time, let's be even more careful and inject brainwashing.
ruler… then…
How can I do this? .
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The hideout of the villain organization [Abyss], one of those rooms.
The club, which had been rolling around like trash on the floor, came to its senses about half a day after all procedures were completed.
Is it because of the fatigue of my brain being massaged by the machine?
I fell asleep as if I had fainted for several hours and could not wake up.
"eww… nice… Ugh… … ."
'This place… .'
My whole body ached, probably because I was lying on the cold, hard floor.
As a courtesy, a blanket was placed underneath, but a single thin blanket could not block all the cold from the floor.
But what bothers me more than all that is this place.
It's like a warehouse, with a lot of miscellaneous things piled up around it, and the air is stuffy.
I couldn't even see anything like a window because it was blocked by objects piled high.
At first, the window I glimpsed had something like an iron plate over it, so I couldn't even check the outside.
'I'm sure... To the villain... .'
I think in a daze with a heavy head that doesn't work properly.
Apparently, he was confronting a villain in a department store,
And was defeated.
If I think back a little more, I even remember giving myself some medicine to put myself to sleep while I was motionless.
They must have dragged him here while he was being put to sleep with medicine.
This peculiar feeling of drowsiness that remained in my head seemed to be due to the medicine.
'… me… You're defeated... .'
Rustling... Sreuk…
Club sat up on the blanket, raising his upper body.
In addition to the blanket underneath, the blanket covering the top also slipped down. The club's thin shoulders are exposed to the warehouse air.
It looks like all his weapons were taken away along with the clothes he was wearing.
It was fortunate that I wasn't naked, but
That's right, the only thing he wore was a strange piece of fabric that looked like a surgical gown, and he didn't even have underwear.
And both hands were tightly bound with something that looked like a leather belt.
Both hands are completely buried in the belt and I cannot lift a finger.
With this, the club's ability to fight has been completely sealed, as it has no means of fighting other than using weapons.
[Body Strengthening] like Spade is not my specialty.
'That bastard.'
Far away…
Thinking of Villain No. 13, the club opened its eyes sharply and gritted its teeth.
Issue 13 was the first time I missed a villain.
Issue 13 was the first time he was defeated by a villain.
Even her beginnings as a woman were taken away and humiliated by Number 13.
"I'm going to kill you… ."
The shame of being violated and defiled,
But more than that, he mutters to himself, feeling angry and annoyed due to the humiliation of defeat.
smart
Squeak――
The door to the room where the club was located opened.
What came in through the door was a beautiful woman I had never seen before, with sparkling silver hair.
Who is it? What about that?
A unit of [Abyss]?
'There is no matching person among what I heard.'
"Oh my, you're awake. "You've been asleep for so long that I thought I should wake you up with a kiss from the prince."
"… … Don't be a jerk. Rather, where are you and who are you? "Are you a villain too?"
The silver-haired woman giggled as if it was funny.
"What would you do if you were a villain?"
"… … ."
"Are you going to arrest me? Are you going to take it down? Are you going to kill me? Can you do it? "Do you still not understand the situation?"
Tap, tap, tap, tap.
Pow!
"Wow... … !"
The woman came striding forward and, without warning, kicked the center of the club's stomach with her high-quality booted foot.
The heavy impact of the boot heel resonated deep in my stomach.
puck! Pow!
Although he couldn't properly cover his stomach with his restrained arm, the staff member skillfully avoided the arm and continued to kick the club's stomach.
Even though it was a kick using a woman's body, the impact was enormous as she was hit defenseless.
"Huh… this… Cough, Cough... !"
Saliva drips from the open mouth.
In front of the coughing club, the staff member bent down and grabbed his hair, forcing his head up.
"Ugh… !"
"Now, Miss Hero. Do you remember? I am the chief of staff. "Your appearance has changed a bit since the last time I saw you, right?"
what… uh… ?
With a face contorted in pain, he raised his eyes as if wondering what the club was talking about.
"No way… No… You know… The staff… man… But… !"
The physique itself is different from being called a crossdresser.
However, when I remember that the staff member was also an 'awakened person', it is not completely unconvincing.
If you are an awakened person, you must be a woman.
The only awakened person is a woman.
The only exception is No. 13, that perverted person... .
So what kind of power did the man's body use the last time it came into contact?
Transformation, possession, etc... There are many types you can think of.
"… … I was very indebted to you last time. Me too, but... Miss Dorothy and No. 13, too."
"only… Don't lose… !"
One of the staff's hands began to gently stroke Club's plump nipples over the fabric of the clothes she was wearing.
A gesture intended to intentionally harass and humiliate.
The feeling of the secret protrusion, which is an erogenous zone, being touched by another person,
The club felt reluctant.
No, better than that.
'… … what… ? very… sensitive… A feeling… .'
At best, I can just touch the nipple, and that's not even touching it directly.
My body felt strangely hot, and the sensations conveyed to my five senses felt a little different from the original.
My body feels strange... .
Why are you like this... ?
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Ugh… Ugh…
A strange moaning noise was heard from the club inside the warehouse.
The staff was laughing heartily as if mocking the club,
However, as he looked down at the club with his eyes without any smile, he poured out words of criticism.
The hand still teases the nipple of the club,
At the same time, he skillfully cornered her, sometimes changing the location to places such as the nape of her neck, armpits, or thighs.
The club, with both hands tied, had no way to reject the words of criticism or the harassment of the staff who were using them helplessly.
In addition, I also become concerned about abnormal body reactions that are different from usual.
For some reason, it was strangely difficult to control both my body and my reason.
The staff member looked at the club's condition, narrowing his eyes beneath his shiny silver hair.
"That's good, Miss Club. It's a pity that these saggy breasts are missing, but other than that, there are many elements that men will like. "Are you popular with men?"
"Noisy… I love it… !"
He narrowed his eyes as if he was angry at the club for criticizing him, but
Perhaps because of his red face and disheveled demeanor, he wasn't very powerful.
The staff member, who was looking at the club with a happy smile, threw the body on the floor a little while later.
It would be nice to have fun toying with this woman a little longer, but there is an order.
"Wake up, you damn sow bitch. Number 13 is waiting."
"… … who… Are you saying it's a sow? Fucking bitch… ."
Let's tap the fallen club with our feet,
Club gritted his teeth and awkwardly stood up.