Rule 46: Suddenly Changed Amelia and the Uninvited Guest Who Arrives at the Toilet Right on Time (1)
In front of the empty lot, where a drizzling rain was falling relentlessly. Milky stood right before my eyes.
Without even holding an umbrella. She stood there, head bowed low, letting the rain soak her completely.
What on earth had happened?
Her expression was too distant to make out clearly. So I slowly approached her.
"Miss, are you okay?"
I placed a hand on Milky's slender shoulder, but there was no response. She just stared piercingly into the distance.
Tears—or maybe rain—streamed down Milky's cheeks. Yet a faint smile played on her lips.
Clueless, I followed her gaze.
And in that moment, what entered my vision.
"...W-what the hell is this!"
There lay "myself"—a horrific sight, limbs hacked off.
Another me, gasping for breath amid pooling blood, glared steadily at me.
As if unable to speak. He struggled to move his mouth, repeating the same thing like a signal.
At first, I couldn't understand. But with his last ounce of strength, a rasping voice echoed in my ears.
Run... away.
Run away? Why?
Then, a chilling laugh from behind—Milky's.
Hehe.
"Hubbyyy~. Now we're together forever~♡."
I whipped around at Milky's distinctive slurred voice.
And what filled my sight in that instant. It was.
Milky's face, grotesquely twisted. And in her slender hand, a blood-red kitchen knife.
Could Milky have done this to me?
The moment terror made me stagger back involuntarily.
Freeze!
"M-my body... won't move...!"
Like turning to stone, it stiffened completely, leaving me rooted in place.
Then Milky sliced the severed arms and legs with her knife. She popped the dripping flesh—mixed with rainwater—straight into her mouth.
"Oh my~. How can the texture be this perfect too?"
Blood trickled from her chewing mouth. Milky scooped up even the fallen droplets, as if they were precious, and shoved them back in.
Wearing an ecstatic smile, she gazed at me and continued.
"Don't worry. Hubby's arms and legs. They'll become one with me inside now."
Before I knew it, knife-wielding Milky closed in.
Like possessed by something. She raised the blade high and murmured.
"Don't be so scared. Between a girl and her hubby, no arms or legs is better anyway. Mmm~♡."
She meant it. Right now, Milky truly intended to cut off my limbs.
Why? The answer was surprisingly simple.
"Until the day I die, I'll cherish and care for you in my arms, full of love~♡."
With that, my vision shook. The moment I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to accept inevitable death.
Before Milky's knife. An unidentified black shadow engulfed me first.
"...Hah!!"
I bolted upright, frantically scanning my surroundings.
The stark white room was now bathed in orange sunset glow.
A soft blanket had somehow draped over me on the sofa where I'd been lying.
I could've sworn I'd fallen asleep with Milky. But she was nowhere in sight.
"A... dream?"
Too vivid for a mere dream. That nightmare clung to me.
Especially Milky's horrific smile as she gripped the knife—it still haunted my mind.
And that black shadow that pounced at the end. What the hell was it?
As I wiped sweat from my brow, pondering the baffling dream.
Hoo~.
"Gyaah!!"
A sudden hot gust pierced my ear, startling me half to death.
I turned to the source of the breath.
There sat Milky on the sofa—unlike in the dream, wearing a gentle smile, demure and playful.
Whoa, that scared me.
Only then did reality sink in. I patted my chest in relief.
But the lingering dread made her beautiful smile overlap with the dream's afterimage every time.
"Hehe... Your startled face is so lovely, my sweetie hubby~♡."
...What the heck is she saying?
I barely caught "lovely," but the rest was gibberish.
Staring blankly at her, Milky stroked her knee slowly and asked.
"You were sleeping so soundly, so I let you rest on my lap. Did you sleep well?"
"Yeah... Felt like I slept super deep..."
"Hehe, that's a relief then."
Though I said that, my body felt stiff and achy.
Maybe from the nightmare. Like in the dream, my body creaked in protest.
My head throbbed a bit too, mind all fuzzy...
And...
"Um, Milky miss?"
"Hm?"
"Can I ask why your face is all... sticky?"
I touched my face, feeling an unpleasant wetness, and asked.
Pulling my hand away from my cheek revealed pink lipstick smeared on my palm.
I turned back to Milky.
Wondering if it tied to that nightmare. I frowned slightly, staring at her.
Milky averted her flushed gaze and mumbled.
"Um... Well, that's kinda embarrassing?"
Under my skeptical look, she hesitated, then reluctantly handed me a small hand mirror.
I took it and checked my face.
The reflection showed my face covered in pink lipstick kiss marks.
"..."
Too absurd to react, I just stared into the mirror. Milky hurriedly made excuses.
"Y-your sleeping face was so cute, I couldn't help myself..."
Her lips trembled as she stared at the floor.
Fists clenched on her lap. Her eyes welled up like she might cry any second.
"Sorry... Forgive me, hubby..."
...Sigh.
Seeing her sniffling apology, I felt pathetic for doubting her.
This was totally turning the tables.
Yeah. Someone as kind and innocent as Milky wouldn't do something so horrific.
Tears dripping onto her skirt tugged at my heart—I felt guilty.
I gently took her hand and said.
"No, miss. I just woke up confused and misspoke."
Milky looked up at me, face full of tears.
Sniffle.
...How could even her crying face be this alluring?
Arms crossed over those huge breasts, that pitiful expression—it stirred a man's protective instincts.
"Then, as atonement... can I kiss your lips?"
With that, Milky slowly closed her eyes.
Her petite pink lips instantly captivated me. My body leaned in toward those plump lips unbidden.
Instead of words, I pressed my lips to her soft ones.
Milky's eyes flew wide open. She suddenly hugged me tight, slipping her soft tongue between our sticky lips.
Smack♡, smack♡.
The intense kiss with Milky caught me off guard—no time to react.
I flailed my hands in surprise.
But her gentle tongue caressed my mouth so tenderly. Reluctantly, I closed my eyes, hugged her back, and pulled her deeper into me.
Unlike my fearful expectations. My first day with the caring foreign miss, Milky, ended sweetly.
"...Toilet-kun~. Did something bad happen?"
Lying on the bed in the Public Toilet. Amelia, who'd been diligently cleaning, asked worriedly.
I glanced at her, barely moving my head.
"Dunno... My body's just feeling off..."
"Where does it hurt?"
"Not hurt, exactly. Just... so hard to move."
Ever since dinner, my muscles ached strangely.
Even heading back from Milky's, I'd felt sluggish. Now, I couldn't even stand alone.
Sure, my lazy ass usually lounged around anyway. But this was different.
Like the flu—when I willed my body to move, the strength lagged a beat behind.
No fever or chills like a real cold. Still, it wouldn't obey my thoughts.
Why...?
As I pondered the reason.
Swish.
Amelia slipped off her rubber gloves and approached, pressing her cold hand to my forehead.
"Hmm... Maybe a fever?"
I told you it's not a fever...
Checking with hands fresh from cold water was pointless—.
Smooch♡.
The moment I eyed her dubiously. Amelia tucked her hair behind her ear and pressed her lips to mine.
Her hand slid down from my forehead, slipping under the blanket. Drunk on her tangerine scent, she grabbed my hardening cock with a lewd smile.
"That's weird~. Your cock's as healthy as ever, Toilet-kun."
Squeeze, knead.
Amelia toyed with my cock silently—scarily so.
My body lacked strength. Yet only my dick responded, swelling under her cool touch.
And the sensitivity was unnaturally sharp. Just her touch filtered through crystal clear.
Laid out flat, helpless to Amelia.
Suddenly, she steeled herself, smile vanishing. Gripping tight like about to do something dangerous, she asked.
"Toilet-kun. You're sure your body really won't move well?"
Amelia's expression was off.
Flushing hotter by the second. Like she was about to do something big.
"Y'know... I feel weirdly hot too..."
