Rule 47: Glorious Revenge on Catalina Who Tormented the Toilet (1)
♥Catalina♥
Aah, yes. That's the exact expression!
The devilish bastard's agonized face. Ever since that moment in the hospital room when our eyes met, I'd been waiting for this day.
It was beyond exhilarating—a thrilling shiver raced down my back. My spine felt like it was burning.
My heart pounded wildly, my vision narrowing.
It tickled. The clit that had nearly burst under his teeth suddenly itched like mad.
Even as my waist convulsed, I couldn't hold back the itch. I slipped my hand under my skirt.
Ziiip.
The moment the zipper opened, thick steam billowed up from inside, and the pent-up, viscous love juices poured straight onto the floor.
Splat, splat.
I didn't care that hot fluids were trickling down my thighs. I gripped my drenched fingers around my clit.
"Hngh♡!"
Squeeeeeal!
I'd only pinched that tiny nub, but I climaxed in an instant, squirting wildly onto the floor.
Haa... haa...♡.
The afterglow blanked out my mind in white.
My spread legs trembled uncontrollably, my back arching like a bow.
I slumped against the partition and slid down to the floor.
Blissful.
A perfectly satisfying revenge, masturbating right in front of him—it felt like floating on clouds.
Drunk on the endless dopamine rush, I stared blankly at the ceiling, fiddling with my hardened clit.
But...
Still, something felt missing...
What could it be?
Each tweak sent cool jolts of pleasure through me, making my waist twitch. Hot, thick juices gushed out, my pussy clenching desperately.
Yet it didn't reach that heavenly peak like when the devilish bastard had bitten down hard.
Just a little more. A bit deeper stimulation, and I could fully savor it.
......
★Toilet★
In my darkening vision, I could see Amelia's tears dripping down.
She kept yelling at Catalina, asking how long she had to choke me, but strangely, there was no response from Catalina.
Even as my breath grew labored, I twisted my head slightly to look at her.
There she was—sitting dazed, staring at the ceiling, idly playing with her own clit.
Right below her, a puddle of clear fluid from her sticky pussy steamed thickly.
She's insane.
A total madwoman, jerking off to someone else's suffering.
"Damn it... what the hell is this about..."
And mumbling nonsense to herself. Satan himself would be impressed.
As Amelia's grip tightened around my throat, my mind started fading.
My eyelids grew unbearably heavy, eyes fluttering shut unconsciously—
Then, out of nowhere, a familiar foreign woman's voice echoed from the entrance.
"Everyone stop!"
I had no idea what was happening.
But that single command loosened Amelia's hold.
I instinctively sucked in air to my limit, fresh oxygen flooding my lungs and surging back up.
"Cough!"
Haa, haa...
That was close. A second later, and I'd have passed out for real.
But it wasn't over yet.
My throat had been crushed too long—far from regaining consciousness, everything kept blurring.
"Darling!"
Right before blacking out...
The last thing in my sight was the face of Milky, her radiant white hair shining.
When I came to again, I was in pitch-black darkness, unable to see an inch ahead.
Somehow, I felt refreshed. My heavy mind had lightened up.
Hmm...
Why was I here?
Just moments ago, Amelia had been choking me.
"...Whatever."
Maybe it was a nightmare.
Either way, I seemed fine. All I wanted was to close my eyes and sleep more.
As my eyes drifted shut and consciousness faded once more—
"Mmph! Mmmph!!!"
A mysterious groan echoed in the darkness.
I bolted upright, scanning around. In the corner of my dark-adapted vision, something writhed violently.
Only a faint silhouette was visible—no clue what was going on.
Just muffled gasps, like something gagged her mouth, filling the space.
"Hmph... hngh..."
...Weird.
A husky, raspy voice. That sounded like Catalina.
As I watched the endless squirming, a switch flipped—blinding lights flashed on.
Click!
I shielded my eyes from the glare, squinting. When I finally opened them, Milky was rushing toward me, tears streaming.
Thud!
Her massive, heavy breasts smothered me, tilting my body back onto the bed.
Flop!
Luckily, it was a soft mattress... no, wait—now I saw it was a space entirely lined with white grid cushions on all sides.
"Darling... are you okay?"
"Yeah. Waking up from sleep feels a bit better."
"Really... really, thank goodness..."
Milky buried her face in my shoulder. It quickly soaked with her hot tears.
I patted her back to soothe her sobs, but wondered why she was here in this strange place.
"By the way, Miss Milky, where is this?"
As I asked and glanced around—
...!!
A chill shot up my spine at what caught my eye.
There, dangling naked in the air, bound by ropes: Catalina.
"Mmph! Mmmph! Hnnngh..."
Her gagged mouth muffled her as she thrashed, breasts jiggling wildly. Her body was marred with blood and bruises like she'd endured horrific torture.
Keeping my eyes on her—blindfolded in black, tears streaming—I asked Milky.
"Miss, why is Catalina tied up here?"
Milky glanced at her coolly.
That eerie blank expression on her face.
It was new. Nothing like the pure devotion she'd always shown me—pure rage laced with resentment.
But she quickly softened with worry, caressing my cheek.
"Ordering her to choke you... I can't forgive that. So I gave it all back to her."
In other words, Milky had done this to her.
"Shouldn't you get revenge on Catalina too, darling?"
"R-Revenge?"
Nod.
Milky nodded furiously, then frowned expectantly, hoping I'd agree.
Guess Amelia choking me wasn't a dream.
But the suggestion was too sudden.
I hesitated, flustered—then memories of that madwoman's torments flashed through my mind.
Maybe because I'd bottled it up so long, but seeing her spin helplessly didn't feel pitiful. It felt good.
For a moment, I considered giving this lunatic an unforgettable memory, just like Milky said.
"...This seems enough."
She'd already been punished harshly. No point in me adding more.
It wasn't pity.
If I pissed her off under the guise of revenge, without Milky around, I'd face even worse later.
Milky's protection only lasted this week with her. After that, I'd be vulnerable again.
"Miss Milky, how about forgiving Catalina now?"
I feared the aftermath. Terrified I'd lose sleep over it.
Forcing an awkward smile, I waited. Milky looked shocked.
"...Darling. Your mercy... it's making me fall for you."
She hugged me tightly again. Relieved by her obedience, I held her.
Watching her blush and close her eyes in my arms, I thought the Catalina incident was over.
Until she looked up with a sharp glare.
"But... this Milky can't just let the woman who tried to kill you go."
Her coldest expression yet terrified me. I froze solid.
Swish.
Milky pulled back slightly, sat her ass on my thigh, and unzipped my pants.
Ziiip.
Her hands delved under my panties, caressing my flaccid, sleeping cock.
Before I could react, the still-scary Milky murmured chillingly while staring down.
"I hate people who toy with lives. Makes me shiver."
Some bad memory from her past?
As she finished, biting her lip, she gripped my swelling cock tight.
"Darling."
"...Yes, miss."
"If it's not rude... could you grant me one request from now on?"
What request? Gulping at her icier-than-ever face—
She closed her eyes, exhaled sweetly, and slowly uttered the unbelievable.
"Raw. No condom."