52nd Rule, Merciful Judgment for the Hypocrite Milky (6) ♥Milky♥
“Please… someone, give us something to eat… My little brother… the baby’s starving to death. So please—hic!”
It was eight years ago, before the family had conquered all of Europe and reigned as the emperor of the shadows.
A deadly ambush by enemy forces had crumbled the impregnable family overnight.
As a result, Milky—the boss’s daughter—became their prime target, forced to flee for her life as a fugitive.
All that remained by her side was her half-brother, a baby who couldn’t even walk yet, and Viper, her bodyguard, battered and broken but still protecting her.
The three of them hid like rats, avoiding prying eyes, which kept them safe from the mafia’s blades for a while.
But even with a capable bodyguard like Viper, there was one problem they couldn’t solve.
Food.
In their desperate flight, they hadn’t been able to grab any funds, leaving them destitute.
Viper and Milky grew gaunt from hunger day by day, but Milky was determined to save her precious little brother at any cost. She swallowed her pride and begged the locals for scraps.
But rumors had already spread that she was the fallen mafia boss’s daughter. Terrified of getting dragged into the war if they helped her, the residents chased them away heartlessly.
After three long months on the run without a proper meal, just as Valerius miraculously rallied the near-annihilated family for a counterattack and set out to find his daughter and son…
They discovered Milky, skin and bones, barely standing. The baby in her arms was already a cold corpse.
On the verge of collapse herself, Milky clutched the dead infant, unable to let go, tears streaming as she glared at Valerius and his men with eyes full of resentment and muttered,
“It’s all your fault… Because of evil murderers like you, my little brother died… I’ll never forgive you… I’ll wipe every last one of you off this earth…”
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★Toilet★
“That’s when Milky changed, apparently. Even her father, Valerius, couldn’t rein her in because of his guilt.”
As Marin finished explaining, tears rolled down Milky’s vacant eyes, which had been staring blankly into space.
She was clearly unconscious from the personality erasure drug, but it seemed some subconscious lingered deep in her heart.
I’d heard bits and pieces from Milky before, but knowing the full story now left a pang in my chest.
“Anyway, the reason I pushed you a bit earlier was because Godfather Valerius personally asked me to go easy on her.”
Her talk of mercy only muddled my thoughts further.
As I clenched my fists, staring down at Milky, Marin crossed her arms, sighed deeply, and gazed at her too.
“As you know, I’m not generous enough to show leniency to useless trash like this. If you’d thought the same, I would’ve unhesitatingly dumped them outside the village. That’s why I’m leaving her fate to you. You’re the only one in this village I trust…”
Marin’s tone was as curt and cold as ever.
Still the same logical, efficiency-obsessed, no-nonsense Marin.
But after a week of sticking close to her, I could tell she’d changed just a little from the old lone wolf.
Because the Marin from before wouldn’t have bothered consulting anyone in such an ‘inefficient’ way.
But…
“I’m just a slave, though…”
A plaything with no authority to decide anyone’s fate, passed around by my owners for a week.
Of course, it thrilled me that the ice witch herself trusted me, but what she was asking was a huge burden for a lowly daytime slave like me.
So, as I spat out a self-deprecating excuse at Marin for forcing this choice on me, she glanced up with the faintest smile.
“Well, I don’t think so?”
“Huh?”
“You’re way too hard on yourself.”
“…What do you mean?”
I met her gaze head-on, eyes half-lidded, and Marin twisted her body slightly before answering.
“Figure it out yourself. I’m not that kind to spoon-feed you everything.”
She paused, then turned her head with a flick, her expressionless face flushing red again as she looked back at me and continued.
“But here’s a hint: the Dia Village residents don’t see you as just any ordinary slave anymore.”
“Not an ordinary slave? What’s that supposed to—”
“Anyway, that’s all I have to say. I’m heading out first. Decide what to do with Milky and these women, then tell Viper.”
“…Huh? You’re just leaving me here alone—?”
Oh, no…
Despite my panicked voice, Marin strode out through the glass wall without a backward glance.
As her clicking heels faded, the silence inside the glass walls pressed down on me heavier than ever.
Once she was gone, the scary fedora-wearing big sisters’ gazes zeroed in on me.
This was not good.
Asking me out of nowhere to decide Milky’s fate?
Of course, I knew about the ‘wish’ Marin had mentioned—my little scheme to keep her from being lonely anymore.
But this situation was on a whole different level.
“How am I supposed to handle an internationally wanted criminal…”
And Milky had tried to erase me and Amelia’s personalities—that vicious bi—
Viper, who’d been quietly listening to my mutterings, approached Milky gently, wiped her tears, and murmured low.
“Don’t worry about that. Whatever you decide, our family will handle the disposal for Mistress accordingly.”
She stood slowly, pulled her hat low, and continued.
“Because neither I nor the Godfather had any grounds to stop her. We shared the grief of losing someone precious. I knew things had gone wrong long ago, but I followed the Godfather’s orders to indulge her whims as much as possible—until Miss Marin asked us to hold her back.”
Suddenly, the moment before the needle reached Amelia flashed in my mind.
Come to think of it, Viper had forced my hand down, but the instant Marin appeared, she stopped it right at her nose.
It would’ve been fine to jab it in—no one would’ve blamed her.
In the end, Viper had been tormented by having to obey Milky’s orders.
She ignored my sympathetic gaze and stared at Milky, but her fists clenched white-knuckled said plenty.
As someone who’d been there when Milky’s brother died, she understood her pain better than anyone.
Maybe even more than Milky—haunted by the guilt of failing to protect the boss’s baby.
…
After agonizing for a while, I reached a conclusion in my head.
I double-checked with Viper.
“Dia Village and the Valerius family—everyone will really follow my choice?”
Finally, her sharp gaze softened a bit as she closed her eyes and nodded gently.
I had no idea why they’d give such heavy responsibility to a mere slave.
But since everyone said they’d respect my decision, I had no choice but to use every last brain cell I had.
You guys handed this to me, so no regrets later. The second you try blaming me, I’m flopping on the floor and splitting my gut open.
I was a sex slave, after all.
The only responsibility I could take was satisfying women with my shackled limbs and massive cock.
Whatever—I smiled at Viper and said,
“Alright… From now on, for Miss Milky, I—”
Then, on Viper’s lips, who’d been listening quietly to my decision…
…a faint.
…smile began to spread.
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When I came to, I was in an unfamiliar place.
Who am I? Why am I here?
To find answers, I examined my hands, trying to recall the past.
My skin was pure white and smooth.
My skinny, withered fingers looked strangely elegant. I stared at them blankly for a long time.
But…
“…I don’t remember a thing.”
All that remained was an excruciating sense of loss, like I’d misplaced something precious.
What was it? Why did it hurt so much tears welled up?
My mind was a blank slate. I couldn’t find any answers.
I just huddled in some cozy corner, using my uselessly huge, soft breasts as a pillow.
Whether I was still half-asleep or not, my consciousness drifted hazily, eyes starting to close again—
Then, something dark blocked the dazzling ceiling light and approached me.
“…You’re awake.”
A familiar male voice. Just those words snapped my drowsy mind fully alert.
Who? Who’s looking for me?
Weird. Just hearing his voice—nothing more—
Why did my heart ache with longing?
I didn’t wipe the hot tears streaming down my cheeks. I just stared at the man’s shadowed face, barely visible.
He leaned in closer first and asked,
“Do you remember who I am?”
I racked my brain slowly at his question, but with no progress, I shook my head gently.
“…Nothing. I can’t think of anything.”
Swipe.
Gentle.
His hand reaching to wipe my tears was a bit rough, but it felt warmly caring somehow.
Did this man know about me?
I was sure of it—no evidence, just a gut feeling.
So I grabbed his arm as he pulled away from my cheek and demanded,
“So? Who the hell are you?”
He hesitated, flustered, then let out a weary chuckle.
“…Haha, well… how do I even put this?”
Why hesitate? Was he some bad guy trying to hurt me?
Then what about this kind touch? That endlessly gentle smile?
Lost in the flood of questions, my head throbbed—
Through my blurry vision, his face sharpened faintly. And there, overlapping, was the face I’d buried in my heart for so long.
“My little… brother…”
“…”
“My cute… adorable… baby… Right?”
“…”
Even as I asked in a tear-choked sob, he just bowed his head, silent despite my repeated pleas.
But in his silence, even more faintly, I recalled holding a tiny baby quietly in my arms.
“You’ve grown so much… Sis missed you so much…”
Even if he wasn’t. Even if he was a total stranger.
I decided deep down that this man before me was the little brother I’d longed to see.
Overwhelmed with emotion, I spread my arms and smiled at my beloved brother.
“…Come here and give your sis a hug, won’t you?”
With that tall, handsome grown body of yours. Hug me tight enough to shatter mine…
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