Rule 52, Merciful Judgment on the Hypocrite Milky (4)
“Hey, Evelyn... I think you should take this call...”
Evelyn was shaking her hips so wildly that she couldn't even hear her phone ringing.
Even as the bed rocked beneath us, I grabbed her smartphone and handed it to her.
·····Squelch♡.
The moment Evelyn looked at the screen on the phone in my hand, the merciless twisting of her hips that had been squeezing my cock finally stopped.
“...Huh, it's Miss Marin. Why's she calling out of the blue? No way she's been watching us from somewhere, right?”
Squeeze!!
Evelyn snatched the phone, suddenly clamping down on my cock like a vice in disgust, then twisted her torso around to show me her back as she answered Marin's call.
“Yes, yes, Miss. What brings you to call so suddenly...? Oh! Yes, I just woke up... Yes, yes, he seems healthy.”
It was right then, as Evelyn hunched forward obsequiously during her chat with Marin.
Slide.
Huh?
Evelyn's skirt couldn't withstand the pressure from her massive ass and rode up, revealing the cute, wrinkled pink pucker nestled below, clenched tight in slumber. It stole my gaze completely.
Watching that lewd ass twitch every time Marin's voice came through the phone stirred a wicked urge to torment it.
You sure teased me good earlier.
Daring to take my living cock inside you without the young ladies' permission like that. I flashed a smug grin, vowing to make her pay dearly.
With this long middle finger of mine.
Just as Evelyn was deep in her unguarded conversation with Marin.
“Yes, understo—.”
Swipe.
“Eek♡!”
I brought my fingertip between her heart-shaped cheeks and traced her wrinkled rim meticulously.
Just the touch of my finger made her shoulders and shy hole flinch and shrink back in shock.
No slickness on my finger at all—she must keep it meticulously maintained.
“Haa...♡ Hee...♡ Then give the orders to do it right awa—!”
Her reaction was so good, I decided to force my way into that flawless little hole.
Plunge♡.
“Krrgh♡!”
My middle finger slipped smoothly into her impossibly tight ass, sucked right in.
Evelyn dropped the phone onto the bed, clamping her hand over her mouth to stifle her moan, and her pussy started squeezing my cock like it was trying to crush it.
“Guh!”
Unable to hold back any longer under that ferocious grip, I pumped hot, thick semen deep into her belly. At the same time, Evelyn arched her slender waist like a bow in her own climax, squirting hot juices mixed with my cum from her curly bush.
Sploooosh♡!
[What's wrong, Evelyn? Something happen?]
Haa...♡ Haa...♡.
Having crested her peak, Evelyn shot me a sharp glare over her shoulder without turning around.
I had no choice but to pull my deeply embedded finger out.
Pop!
Fuu...
Evelyn picked up her smartphone again, her face still twisted in a scowl.
“N-No, Miss. I just... tripped while walking and taking the call.”
[......]
“...Y-Yes, yes, I'll be careful.”
Click.
After fumbling through an excuse to salvage the situation and hanging up, Evelyn tossed a curt remark my way.
“Hey, ass perv, you done cumming? Get out now. Seems like Miss Marin wants you.”
“Huh? Wh-Why would Miss Marin...?”
“Beats me~. She said to come to Milky's Mansion?”
“Why the hell—mmph!”
As I stared at her with an uneasy expression, Evelyn suddenly twisted toward me and sealed my lips with hers in a rough kiss.
Mmmph♡.
She pulled back gently, exhaling hot breath laced with alcohol.
“I dunno, you little shit. If you don't wanna go to the miss... we could go for round two.”
“S-Sorry...!”
“You sure wrecked my sensitive asshole earlier. I'll clean it up nice, so brace yourself next time. I'm gonna milk that iron rod cock of yours with my ass and turn it into my personal dildo.”
“Eek!!”
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In the end, I couldn't withstand Evelyn's pressure and had no choice but to head to Milky's Mansion.
Facing the palace-like white mansion once more brought back horrific trauma.
“No way I'd ever set foot here again...”
But it was an order from my owner, Marin. With a deep sigh, I had no choice but to step inside.
“You're here, puppy?”
As I entered the foyer, Marin leaned against the hallway wall with her arms crossed, flashing a rare smirk my way.
“How's your body feeling?”
“...Still feels a bit empty, but after sleeping it off, I'm much better.”
I'd felt fine when I woke up, but getting wrung dry by Evelyn and stepping back into this nightmare place must've stressed me out—suddenly, I felt pale and sickly.
“Yeah? No trouble walking?”
“...No.”
Unable to grasp her intent, I just blankly nodded at Marin.
Then Marin suddenly bowed her head and pointed at her feet with a trembling voice.
“Th-Then come over here... and give me a piggyback...”
“...Pardon?”
“...My back still aches... it's hard to walk...”
Whoosh!
Marin's face turned tomato red.
I immediately recalled how I'd tormented her for 20 hours straight under the aphrodisiac Milky injected.
My own face started burning too.
Without another word, I knelt and let her climb onto my back.
“...Thanks.”
Marin's slender arms wrapped carefully around my neck.
As I gripped her smooth legs and stood, she buried her face in my shoulder, hugging my chest even tighter.
“...Don't complain if I'm heavy. This is what I get for putting up with your whining all day, puppy.”
Her soft warmth pressing against my back, along with her signature sharp mint scent, reignited memories of that intense blaze, making my cock throb fiercely.
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Following Marin's orders, I soon arrived at the underground Cow Farm.
Milky's paradise where she'd "reformed" criminals by erasing their personalities and milking their breasts.
The hydraulic press exhausts and the moans of the cow-ified women no longer echoed through that paradise.
Now, only the cold iron restraints that had bound their bodies and nipples remained, chillingly silent in their places.
The women exploited for their warm, thick milk.
The clean-suited staff who managed them.
All vanished the moment the personality-erasure drug was injected into their leader, Milky's shoulder.
Why had Marin called me to this desolate, gloomy space?
Too awkward to ask outright, I swallowed my questions and followed her lead.
Like manipulating a joystick, Marin kept slipping her arms inside my clothes the whole way, prodding my nipples with her fingers to steer the path. That cool, ticklish sensation made my heart race, forcing me to stare straight ahead.
As I walked, feeling her naughty finger play...
At the end of the dark, dingy corridor ahead, bright light leaked from a space with floor-to-ceiling glass walls.
Squinting, I peered intently and spotted foreign women in black fedoras staring intently at the lit glass.
Spooked by the sight, I gulped dryly, shooting Marin a shy glance as if to ask, Are we really going there? without a word, while she toyed with my nipple.
Marin, cheeks flushed, met my eyes and nodded lightly, as if saying, Yeah, scaredy-cat.
“Ugh.”
No choice—I dragged my heavy feet toward the corridor's end, past those intimidating big sisters.
As we drew closer, Viper, Milky's bodyguard, finally noticed us, turning to bow toward me.
“You've arrived.”
“...Huh? M-Me?”
I blurted out something stupid in confusion, but Viper's gaze was fixed not on me, but the woman on my back.
“...Miss Marin.”
Marin snickered, spitting lightly on my shoulder, then swung her dangling legs and commanded.
“We're here—put me down.”
“......”
Smooth.
Reluctantly, I knelt. Marin descended gracefully, step by elegant step.
Forget the back pain—she strode confidently toward Viper as if guided by, “This way.”
Watching her absurd act with displeasure, Marin tossed her hair back over her shoulder at me.
“Good work, puppy.”
Damn it. I'd fallen for the exact same trick as that nighttime stroll.
I should be pissed. Hell, even more annoyed here!
But between her haughty, arrogant strides, her bare red folds dripped love juices shamelessly with no cover, and somehow, I forgave her.
Just before Marin slipped between the black fedora ladies into the large glass room...
She poked her head back out the door and ordered me.
“Puppy, you come in too. You've got important work to do.”
Huh...? Important work?
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No way it's gotta milk all the bodyguard big sisters till they're satisfied... Nah, can't be, right?