Rule 48, Experiencing the Cow Farm Directly Managed by Milky (3)
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"Toilet-kun. Are you... okay...?"
Amelia forced a smile through her tearful voice.
"Yeah... I'm still okay..."
"Thank goodness... I'm sorry, Toilet-kun. I must be getting punished for being so awful to you..."
After that brief exchange of concern with Amelia, Milky placed something long in my hand.
"Hubby~, take this~."
It was a syringe. A deeply ominous one filled with a cloudy liquid.
What the hell am I supposed to do with this?
As I trembled with unease and looked at Milky, she had already approached Amelia, stroking her plump buttocks while continuing her explanation.
"The syringe I just gave you contains a special drug our family often uses. As I mentioned before, we use it to control the cows' personalities."
...As I feared. No wonder it felt so off.
"So, you're saying I have to use this on Amelia right now, miss?"
Clap clap clap!
Milky slapped Amelia's butt like she was applauding, flashing a bright smile.
"Quite right! You're so quick on the uptake~."
Lies.
She'd given hints as obvious as they were for an elementary schooler, then praised me to manipulate my actions.
A sudden thought hit me. Why does it feel like all of this is one big scheme orchestrated by Milky?
It was all just gut feelings without solid proof, but everything flowed so smoothly, sequentially, in a way that felt unnaturally perfect.
"It's just giving Amelia a fitting punishment, like we did with Catalina. They say the one who carries it out is worse than the one who ordered it, after all."
"But why hand it to me of all people?"
"Because the blade of revenge should be held by the victim, of course~?"
In other words, she wanted me to erase Amelia's personality myself.
I couldn't refute Milky's words, but I gripped the syringe tightly, hesitating.
Then Milky spread Amelia's soft flesh wide, poking at the exposed pink interior casually, as if it were nothing.
Each time her slender nail touched it, Amelia flinched with a sharp "Eek!" and tears dropped to the floor, making my heart sink every time.
As I hung my head, clutching the syringe, Milky approached slowly and took my hands in hers.
With a slightly sorrowful expression, she continued softly.
"I understand your hesitation, hubby. I've heard how Amelia cared for you so tenderly ever since you arrived in the village."
"...If you know that, why give me such a cruel order?"
Her words didn't add up.
Milky knew everything perfectly, as if she saw through every event.
She knew Amelia had acted under Catalina's threats, and how sincerely she'd cared for my body and heart all this time.
Yet the result was erasing her personality and turning her into a cow? It was far too merciless for her crimes.
A dark thought flashed through my mind.
What if what Milky truly wants is for me to refuse her order right here?
...This is bad. My position is way too precarious.
The woman smiling affectionately before me was definitely hiding something.
What is it? Her true intentions, hidden behind that innocent facade from the moment we met.
No matter how hard I tried to grasp it, that one thing eluded me completely.
So for now, I had no choice but to let things flow as she wanted.
Whatever horrors came after, I'd have to deal with them.
Compared to the filthy, ugly madwoman Catalina who'd done terrible things to me, or even a worthless slave like myself...
Amelia, who'd raised her sibling alone for ten years, was a hundred—no, a thousand times more precious.
"I... refuse."
Just as my resolve solidified after long deliberation,
I glimpsed a strange sneer flicker across Milky's face.
It vanished into blankness instantly, but she'd definitely smirked wickedly.
"Hubby... are you serious? No regrets~?"
I swallowed dryly and nodded at her question, reaffirming my choice.
Milky let out a deep sigh, as if the ground might cave in, then—as if she'd been waiting for this—called her bodyguard.
"Viper!"
What the hell is about to happen? My heart pounded with fear of the unknown, but my choice was irreversible.
Come on, show your hand. Let's see how dirty it really is!
As I turned my back to Milky, bracing for her bodyguard Viper to burst in suddenly,
Poke.
"Huh?"
A sharp sting pierced my shoulder blade.
No one had entered yet—what the hell? Bewildered, I turned around.
There was Milky, wearing that chilling smile from before, ruthlessly pressing her thumb down on the syringe already plunged into my shoulder.
Her eerie whisper reached my ear.
"This is all... something you chose yourself, hubby~♡."
That was the last sight of Milky before my consciousness faded completely.
Thud.
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"Nngh..."
I woke to the intense sunlight hitting my eyes. A woman with a beautiful voice was humming a tune.
Even with my eyes closed, my body swayed gently back and forth.
Why?
My foggy mind pondered it, but...
...No clue.
I just wanted to close my eyes and sleep more.
As I tried to roll over to escape the sun without a care,
Hn!
"..."
Huh!
"..."
Kuh!
"..."
Something's wrong.
Why won't my body move?
I wasn't tied up or anything.
No matter how hard I tried to twist left or right, nothing below my neck would respond.
After struggling blindly for a while with my eyes shut,
"You’re awake! My sweety baby!~♡."
The humming woman suddenly spoke in a cute tone to someone.
What the hell is she babbling?
I only knew English up to ABCD, so a vague repulsion made me slowly open my eyes.
Through my blurry vision, a woman with snow-white hair blocked the intense sunlight, reaching out to me.
Mwah, mwah♡!
She wrapped me warmly in her arms and peppered my cheeks with loving kisses.
It felt like a dream of returning to infancy, when I'd been showered with parental love.
I gazed at her deeply, exhaling, and realized it was none other than Milky.
"Did my cute baby sleep comfortably~?"
Baby?
Why is this pretty-faced woman spouting such ridiculous nonsense?
Still half-asleep, as I stared at her, trying to recall a hazy past,
A chill breeze blew across my upper body, feeling oddly exposed. Meanwhile, my lower half had a thick, cushy pressure wrapping my groin like a substitute for panties.
At that awkward sensation, I instinctively looked down.
...!
The shocking sight hit my eyes.
It was so horrifying I couldn't believe it even seeing it—my drowsiness vanished in an instant.
Why the hell am I wearing a diaper??
I definitely graduated from them at three! Sure, I wet the bed past ten, but I never wore diapers then!!?
A proper adult should have near-perfect toilet training, obviously.
Of course, occasionally—very occasionally—farts might lead to unintended liquid or solid disasters (please don't ask how I know).
But no grown adult walks around in diapers.
I was mortified at wearing one so inappropriately for my age and desperately wanted to rip it off,
but...
...Damn it.
No matter how I reached, my arms and legs wouldn't budge.
I wasn't fully flat either—the backrest was tilted at about 30 degrees. In that cramped space, my limbs were splayed out to the sides.
Judging by the situation,
"This is a special stroller I made myself for my cute baby~."
...
So this is the price for defying Milky's order?
Should I be dumbfounded? Or relieved it ended at just this?
In this utterly baffling situation, all that washed over me was a sense of hollow futility.