51st Rule, The Last Chance to Escape the Crisis of Personality Dissolution (4)
One hour earlier.
Flora was en route back home after wrapping up her overseas concert schedule.
"Yaaawn~."
After five straight days of back-to-back concerts, the first thing to hit Flora upon escaping the chaotic crowds wasn't crushing fatigue.
It was boredom.
Having weathered countless trials as an idol, five days of catnapping wasn't a big deal for her. Back in her trainee days, she'd pulled all-nighters for a full week straight.
But overflowing stamina was a problem too.
Sitting still in the airplane cabin felt like torture to a vibrant pro idol like Flora.
'Can't sleep, so bored... Guess I'll check if there are any good shots of our cuties' plump, jiggly asses.'
Flora hummed a tune under her breath—"Tongbal~♪ Tongbal~♪"—as she pulled out her smartphone.
Having secretly rigged hidden cameras in every bed in the village, whenever she had downtime like this, Flora would connect to the server tucked away in her secret bathhouse lair. She'd feast her eyes on multi-angle footage of the female staffers' naked bodies as side dishes while habitually stroking her thick lower lips.
And her seat? A cozy first-class spot shielded by thick privacy partitions.
Unless the plane was crashing with screams echoing everywhere, no one could barge into her space once she locked it down.
So Flora, with practiced ease, summoned a flight attendant beforehand for some tissues. The moment the attendant left, she locked the door and yanked off her pants and panties in one swift motion.
"Haa~♡."
Flora let out a languid moan as she slowly stroked down her still-warm pussy lips.
*Squish♡, *squelch♡!
'Mmm~. That's the stuff...'
Flora elegantly glided her cool fingers over her smooth folds, gazing at the ceiling with an expression of melting ecstasy.
It felt like all the pent-up fatigue from the past five days was dissolving away.
Below, thick steam rose with a pungent whiff, sticky pussy juices dripping in strings—but Flora's nectar carried no sour tang.
After all, as an idol, odorless emissions were one of her innate talents.
With her legs spread wide for maximum comfort, Flora propped her feet on a nearby shelf, tormenting her pussy lips with vigor while eyeing her phone.
"Hm?"
While scrolling through the flood of videos, one live feed suddenly grabbed her attention with a bewildering screen.
"...What the hell is this? Help?"
It was footage from the baby crib in Milky's room, captured by the camera she'd secretly installed there not long ago.
Spotting a familiar male silhouette that wasn't Milky, Flora clicked to enlarge.
Sure enough, there was the slave who'd skillfully worked his tongue over her pussy before her concert tour, shoving his smartphone screen right at the camera.
Anyone could tell it was a direct message to her.
"......"
Flora debated ignoring it—after all, this slave was interrupting her long-overdue happy time. But just as she moved to swipe past...
She remembered the promise she'd made him about two weeks back.
-Anyway, thanks to you, I owe you big time. If you ever need me, head to the bed.
It was her vow to the slave who'd helped her sneak into her hideout.
"What to do? This is such a pain in the ass..."
Flora mulled it over, relentlessly teasing her hardening clit with her fingernail.
But she didn't dwell long.
She recalled how his feeds were always just side-dish material when he was with the other residents.
"Hmmm~."
Flipping her mindset with a wicked grin, Flora decided it might be worth checking out.
'Alright, let's see what juicy drama went down between this guy and Milky while I was grinding through concerts.'
And so, she plugged in her earbuds and dove deep into the pre-recorded footage, meticulously piecing together whatever naughty events had unfolded.
"Barging into a lady's room without even knocking... Ruby, what kind of manners are these...?"
Milky trailed off, sounding flustered by Ruby's sudden entrance.
Ruby, meanwhile, scanned the room slowly as she stepped inside, then bit her lip hard upon seeing the tears streaming down my face.
"Milky unnie, what the hell do you call this?"
Ruby's face burned with anger like never before. The composure she'd always worn was shattered, her brows furrowed deep.
"Explain yourself right now—why the hell did you treat people like this?"
Milky, seeing Ruby fired up, actually calmed down, flashing a leisurely smile.
"Hee hee. Looks like there's been some misunderstanding, Ruby. See, I've been granting mercy and forgiveness to these sinners. They broke the most sacred rule in all of Dia Village, so I'm punishing them peacefully and reforming them. Once that's done—"
"By erasing their personalities and turning them into cows like the women in this mansion's basement? I already heard it all from Flora unnie."
"......"
Ruby cut her off, exposing her scheme, and Milky flinched into silence.
Ruby pressed the attack.
"Slipping drugs into the slave and Amelia's food, summoning Catalina at the right moment, imprisoning them under the guise of punishment and subjecting them to sexual torture... even your plan to flee somewhere else with them. I know everything. So don't feed me that bullshit."
"......Hee hee."
Despite Ruby laying out her crimes, Milky stayed cool, smile intact.
Then she fixed Ruby with a chilling glare.
"Where's your evidence?"
......Whoa.
I'd half-expected it, but her shameless gall was next-level.
Not a word of it was wrong, yet she twisted like a snake, her malice downright vicious.
Ruby caught on, clenching her fists.
"You think I'd storm in here without proof?"
"......Now that you mention it, yeah. The ever-thorough Ruby wouldn't just waltz into my mansion recklessly. But whatever card you've got, it won't work on me."
Clack.
Milky strode confidently to the bed and snatched the smartphone from the headboard, thrusting it at Ruby.
"I've got the smartphone you handed our baby. You didn't seriously think the other security-obsessed ladies would tolerate that, did you? Hee hee~."
Milky's smile turned downright devilish at Ruby, screaming 'What the hell can you even do?'
Raven lunged to snatch the phone, but—
Clack!
Ruby's tiny hand blocked her path.
"Raven, no. If you step in now... the others are in danger."
Ruby's gaze said it all.
I stared at my suddenly empty hands, then followed her eyes to Viper.
There she was, Milky's bodyguard, pulling two syringes from her jacket pocket, eyeing Raven.
Milky slipped gracefully between the strollers holding Amelia and Catalina, gripping the handles with both hands.
"Hee hee~. A fine judgment, as expected from Ruby. My guard couldn't take the world's top bodyguard, Raven, one-on-one. But I've got hostages. Try any violence in my mansion—taboo as it is—and you'll regret it."
Damn it. My worst fears had come true.
Ruby's eyebrow twitched at the threat.
Milky, seeing her silenced, smiled sweetly and seized the opening to counter-offer.
"So here's your choice. Ignore all your 'evidence,' leave my mansion, and nothing happens. Win-win. You can even visit your new house anytime to play with our baby. But—"
Her face hardened again.
"If you try to stop me here, I'll expose that smartphone's origins to the village ladies. You know how they'll react, right?"
Ruby bit her lip, head bowed low.
Was this it? Would Ruby have to back down, letting our slim chance slip away?
Suddenly, a new voice cut in from behind.
"Ha, and you call that a threat?"
Milky's shoulders stiffened at the icy scoff.
Blue bobbed hair. Arms crossed arrogantly over a black off-shoulder sweater, cleavage peeking out.
"Big deal if you just handed the puppy one lousy phone. Why the drama?"
The coldest, most cutting voice of all.
It was Marin.