Rule 52, Merciful Judgment for the Hypocrite Milky (1)
“......”
Marin's sudden appearance seemed to catch her off guard. Milky looked at her with a flustered expression.
“Who would've thought a monkey like you would try to blackmail Ruby with that pathetic scrap of junk. You'd better quit while you're ahead.”
But Marin slowly closed her eyes, let out a sigh, and then extended her smartphone toward Milky with the coldest gaze I'd ever seen.
Playing on the screen was footage of Milky grinning lewdly as she stuffed my dick into a baby crib.
Don't worry. It's not just an ordinary personality erasure drug—we'll constantly pump in aphrodisiacs to shatter your mind first. Then, once you turn into a beast that only craves women's bellies, that's when we'll completely delete your personality. How's that? You'll live in paradise forever. Sounds like a happy ending for you, right?
The dialogue in the video was exactly what Milky had been blabbering atop the bed just moments ago.
The fact that it had ended up in Marin's hands meant my prayers had reached Flora too, right?
Ugh!
I should have been thrilled, but strangely, the first to react—even in this dire crisis—was my dick, still dribbling thick white fluid.
Thanks to that, tears of emotion welled up, top and bottom alike.
As I braced my hands on the floor, writhing in agony, Marin spoke.
“Do you know what this means? It means none of us are on your side, Milky.”
“But this man had a smartphone—!”
“Puppy.”
When Milky desperately tried to protest, Marin cut her off and turned to me.
“You—have you ever thought of exposing Dia Village with that phone?”
“Not even once... I've never even considered it...”
“Why?”
“For me, Dia Village is... a place overflowing with love I've never felt anywhere in society...”
Even now, just imagining being cradled by all those women makes semen leak out in streams.
Someone like me, so faithful to my instincts—would I ever destroy with my own hands the village where I can sate my desires? Of course not.
Marin seemed to read the desperate sincerity in my words and flashed a faintly satisfied smile.
Then, her face turning icy once more, she looked at Milky and said,
“That's what he says?”
“Th-that! Hi is liar!! How can you trust that guy's words just because he said them? He might've only said it to weasel out of this!”
Ruby placed a hand on her chest and spoke to the terrified Milky.
“At least I believe him. I've always felt sorry toward him, but he always acted with total sincerity, saying he was grateful. Not just to me and Marin and the residents, but to every single staff member in the village. Giving him that smartphone was proof of my trust.”
“On the contrary, let me ask you, Milky. Do you really think this scared little puppy would pull off something so bold?”
Under the two women's united front defending me, Milky's expression began to crumple.
Her elegant, Venus-like face had warped into that of an ugly hag at some point.
“......OK. I get it. You want me to stop everything and leave here, right?”
“That's right. So vanish from my sight.”
“......Fine. I'll retreat for now, but you'd better brace yourselves. Instead of that man, I'll personally report this Dia Village. Viper!”
Milky turned to leave, her bodyguard Viper in tow.
But the moment she brushed past Marin's shoulder—
Snicker.
Marin scoffed at Milky heading for the door.
“You seem to be under a serious misconception.”
Milky's steps halted dead. Her sharp, venomous glare swung back to Marin.
“Who do you think would be in trouble if they left Dia Village right now?”
“......What are you talking about?”
Marin tapped the smartphone screen with a cruel smile and thrust it toward Milky.
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Milky's face froze in shock, the blood draining from it in an instant.
A perfectly natural reaction.
Because the photo on the screen showed that cute-faced woman in a suit I'd met in the elevator a few days ago—gripping my dick tight with a beaming smile.
“The village has been too quiet lately, so I did some digging myself. That Mother’s Oracle you were secretly running, Milky? Human trafficking and drug distribution masquerading as a religion. A notorious criminal outfit already wanted internationally?”
Marin stepped closer, whispering softly into Milky's ear.
“But what? Who's reporting whom? You think I don't know your purpose in coming to this village was to hide your identity?”
“Viper!!!!”
Milky, sanity unraveling at Marin's words, frantically called her bodyguard.
Clack!
Raven blocked Viper's rush toward Marin.
Viper then pulled a walkie-talkie from her pocket and spoke into it in English.
“Target confirmed. Standard protocol alpha. Surround them.”
No sooner had Viper finished than heavy bootsteps began rumbling through the floor.
Soon, women in pitch-black suits and fedoras encircled Ruby and Marin.
Dozens of piercing glares bore down on them. Milky swept back her disheveled hair and sneered.
“Heh... Yeah, Marin. You're right. But you forgot one thing—this is my turf. An internationally wanted criminal wouldn't stroll into a cage on her own feet, right? Unfortunately, you've learned too much to just let go. So that fucking mouth of yours? I'll manage it personally from now on~.”
“You... you've really gone off the deep end.”
“Shut your gob!!”
“......”
Milky's shriek echoed through the vast room like a haunting refrain.
Panting raggedly, drenched in cold sweat from just a few words from Marin, Milky could no longer contain her frenzy. She pleaded desperately at Marin and Ruby.
“Please stop toying with that insolent mouth of yours. What do you know... What do you know about me to blather on like that? I lost my beloved little brother to those brutal criminals. That's why I tried to reform them, to give back to society somehow... All I wanted was a world without violence! Do you understand my pain?!!”
But Marin brushed aside Milky's specious rant with a single word.
Milky gasped for breath and shot back.
“......Say what?”
“If you'd really only judged criminals, I wouldn't have cornered you like this. But look around. Do you seriously think Puppy and Amelia—these people—are among those horrific criminals you rant about? And you, Milky, the one who lashed out with violence at the village staff—what does that make you? Can you claim you're not a criminal?”
“......”
“You foreigners might not get it, but we call that hypocrisy.”
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“Ha, haha...”
Milky's shoulders began to heave grotesquely.
At first, it sounded like air leaking out.
But soon it swelled into a maniacal cackle that filled the room.
“A ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!”
She drew in a massive breath, then issued her command in a voice thick with sighs.
“Viper... from now on, turn every woman in this room into ranch cows. So that not a single trace remains.”
“Yes, my mistress.”
At Milky's order, the bodyguards uniformly drew syringes from their bosoms.
But even in this do-or-die moment, Marin just scoffed in disdain, utterly unmoved.
“Whatever are you doing?! Wipe that loathsome grin off your face this instant!”
Yet despite Milky's frenzied scream, her bodyguards stood frozen, syringes in hand, making no move.
As panicked Milky's arms trembled and she bit her lip, Marin strolled leisurely through their midst, a faint smile playing on her lips.
The bodyguards merely watched her, taking no action whatsoever.
Milky, sensing something profoundly off, kept yelling for Viper—but even Viper turned from her standoff with Raven to stare at Milky.
Milky, fixated on Marin, began backing away slowly, terror etched on her face.
Marin was now right in her face.
“I wonder when it started. You being right in the palm of my hand, Milky.”
“......Viper?”
“Who knows about other monkeys, but in front of me? You're no different from those dumb ones piled up outside like trucks.”
“......Viper!”
“Sorry, monkey. Checkmate.”
“Viper!!!!!”
That was the moment—Milky, gripped by terror, screaming at the top of her lungs.
Pffft!
“......Ha?”
A syringe plunged into Milky's shoulder.
Her eyes flew wide as she whipped her gaze around.
Behind her stood none other than her most trusted bodyguard.
Viper
Staring at her with ice-cold eyes.