Rule 43: The New Lady is a Voyeur Pervert Who Loves Peeking?? (1)
"Hey, do you have a favorite girl group by any chance?"
I hesitated, caught off guard by the sudden question.
Why was she throwing this random curveball instead of talking about the rules?
As I pondered for a long while, the staff member gripped my cock tightly, urging me to answer.
"I asked if you do~♡ Hurry up and spill it while I'm asking nicely, okay?"
Her eyes sharpened in an instant.
A smile still lingered on her lips, but it was clear she wouldn't forgive any more delays.
This was straight-up thug behavior...
In the end, I had no choice but to swallow my embarrassment and confess.
"Y-Yeah... Shining Jewel. Flora..."
She had once been the light in my dark corner, my solace.
Even as a total loner, with just my earphones, I could listen to Flora's beautiful voice anytime. She was the driving force that kept me going.
Of course, after coming to Dia Village, I'd been too busy to think about her.
As nostalgic memories flooded back and tears welled up in my eyes—
The staff member's eyes widened at my answer, then twisted into a sly grin.
"Hmmm~? Is that so? This might be more fun than I thought."
She let out a creepy "ehehehe," deepening my unease.
I had no clue what she was plotting.
"Alright. I'll tell you why this bathhouse has such a weird rule. But I've got a condition~."
"A condition?"
Why did that suddenly feel ominous?
"Simple. Next time you're dragged into the changing room, give my back a nice scrub in the bath."
"...Suddenly, I'm not curious anymore."
The other staff members eavesdropping nearby turned to us with excited smirks.
If I accepted this on the spot, I'd end up scrubbing every back in the place.
I frantically waved my hands and backed away, but—
Squeeze!
Her hand clamped down hard on my cock again, halting me in my tracks.
"Toilet~ Let me ask one more time: What's the first rule of this village?"
"Resistance... is... forbidden..."
"Mmm~♡."
...Man, moments like this really drove home how precious human rights are.
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And so, half-dragged by the staff member's hand, I arrived at my destination.
It was the door marked [Authorized Personnel Only] that I'd passed before.
"She's not always here because of her busy schedule, but if you're lucky, you might catch her~."
"...Huh? You mean the person inside?"
I pointed at the door, and she nodded with a knowing smile.
"Anyway, I told you, so keep your promise. Got it~?"
"Yeah..."
In the end, I reluctantly agreed.
Satisfied, she hugged me tight, released my cock, gently placed my balls in her palm, patted them, and sauntered off.
Still...
Who the hell was behind this door that she'd guide me here?
I hesitated for a long time, listening to Flora's song playing from the TV behind me.
"...No way, right?"
If I opened this door, maybe Flora had prepared a private concert as a reward for all my suffering. Or a fan meet with the pure, bubbly Flora. Or maybe a steamy night with her, just like the staff ladies eyeing my body—
"Uhihi~."
...Yeah, as if.
A sinister chuckle from behind the door snapped me out of my fantasies. My overheating happy circuits felt like they were about to short out.
I took a deep breath and cautiously opened the door.
"Excuse me—"
...
"Huh?"
"Eh?"
Seeing the woman grinning lewdly at a hole in the door inside froze my brain.
The problem was, she'd noticed me too and was staring blankly in my direction.
Dazed, I glanced at the TV behind the door.
And immediately looked straight ahead again.
...Why was this real?
I couldn't believe my eyes.
It was only natural.
The Flora dancing on TV with her bubbly smile, and the beauty who'd been peeking through the hole like a maniac moments ago—their faces were eerily similar.
And she even had the same purple hair, Flora's signature color. It was like my ultimate bias idol was right in front of me.
But then came that gravelly voice.
"Hey."
Nothing like the sweet, innocent tone of the Flora I knew.
"You got eyes in that head of yours or what?"
"...Pardon?"
"Can't you read the big No Entry sign on the door? Wait... you're that slave from before, aren't you?"
Flora—no, the woman who looked like Flora—frowned and grimaced at me.
That confirmed it. She wasn't Flora; just some monster with her face.
...But something was off.
This voice... I'd heard it somewhere before.
A vague memory flashed: me tied up, dragged into Dia Village.
-Hmmm, so this is the new toy? Size is decent, but...
In my blurry vision, a woman with purple hair had eyed my throbbing cock and given that disappointed verdict.
Could it be... the woman in front of me right now was—
"L-Lady?"
"...What the hell? You didn't even know who I was?"
"...Sorry."
I apologized, but I felt wronged too.
I'd just been led here by a staff member. How was I supposed to guess one of my owners was inside?
"Whatever. I don't care about you anyway. Name's Flora. Now that you're done gawking, close the door and scram. If you leave it open and someone else sees, we'll all bolt from the bathhouse."
...Hold up. What did this woman just say?
I was so flabbergasted that I asked the self-proclaimed Flora directly.
"Your name's really... Flora?"
She was about to peek back through the hole but shot me an irritated glare instead.
"Huh? Got a problem with my name?"
I closed the door first, then peered through the one-way glass at the changing room TV. And asked the monster calling herself Flora again.
"You mean that Flora over there?"
"...You really know how to piss people off, huh?"
"B-But Shining Jewel's Flora is pure and bubbly—!"
"Yeah, that pure bubbly whatever. So what?"
!!!
"...N-No, it can't be."
No way... The idol who'd been my hope in that dark room...
"She wouldn't make such a sleazy face or talk so rough..."
"...You done?"
Thud.
I realized my mistake too late and clamped my mouth shut.
But my (former) idol Flora couldn't hold back her rage. She bowed her head, then shot to her feet.
Only then did I notice her sauna outfit left her lower half exposed.
As she faced me directly, her smooth, hairless pussy glistened lewdly with arousal.
She showed me this idol-unworthy obscenity, clenched her fist, and—
With a smile just like on TV, she switched to a completely different, pure bubbly high-pitched voice.
"Hello~! I'm Shining Jewel, Flora, here to plant sparkling jewels in your hearts~☆!"
As Flora struck that seductive pose, the world I'd held in my heart crumbled.
My legs gave out, and I collapsed to the floor.
Flora smirked triumphantly and squatted down in front of me.
Looking down at me like dirt, she kept up the idol voice.
"So, dear illiterate slave~! How's it feel seeing the sleazy, rough-mouthed Flora~♡?"
I felt utterly pathetic. But not because I'd worshipped such a depraved idol.
The reason for my self-loathing? Even now, my eyes were glued to the pink slit of the idol I'd adored.
Despite the injustice and anger boiling inside, my superhuman cock was harder than ever at the sight of this revered idol's lewd display.
As I shed bitter tears but couldn't tear my gaze from that tempting pussy—
Sneer.
Reading my eyes, Flora grinned wickedly and plopped down with a wet squelch.
She spread her pussy wide with her fingers, gulping it down as if to shatter my last shred of pride.
"This is Flora's precious live pussy, never shown on any broadcast~☆!"
The effect was devastating.
Whoosh~♡.
The idol's pussy hole, gaping and steaming with thick vapor, panting raggedly.
The thick floral scent assaulting my nostrils. The scene of rich, sticky juices flowing out—burned into my brain.
My final ounce of self-esteem collapsed in ruins.
I'd thought slave life had numbed me to shame and humiliation, but apparently the red pill's side effects were worse than I realized.
Meanwhile, she stared blankly at my despair for a long moment, then hid her evil smile with her hand and muttered.
"You react tastier than I expected. I can milk you for a lot of fun later~."
Slurp~♡.