49th Rule, Stroller Date with Milky Who Wants a Baby (4)
“Hmm~. My sweety baby, Please don’t leave mommy~.”
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Milky's incomprehensible babbling.
I cracked open my sunken eyes and stared up at the stroller canopy.
The brilliant morning sun had already risen before I knew it.
I greeted the dawn buried deep in Milky's embrace, my arms and legs pinned helplessly inside her.
In other words, I hadn't slept a wink all night.
Saliva, breast milk, semen, sweat—every inch of the stroller reeked with her fishy, sticky fluids.
Right up until she finally dozed off, I'd been milked mercilessly in that cramped space, pushed to the brink of death by forced climax after climax.
That final spurt of white liquid felt like my very soul was being sucked out.
Luckily, I was still breathing somehow. But the discomfort was relentless, leaving no chance for rest.
My mouth was crusted with her sickly sweet saliva, and drops kept dribbling onto my lips one by one.
Even trying to nod off, the sticky breast milk smeared on my stomach clung annoyingly, and every time she flexed her abs in her sleep while clutching my dick tight, my heartbeat refused to slow.
Milky slumbered on peacefully, blissfully unaware, while I suffered in this utterly unfair hell.
I could feel my body growing weaker by the second, in real time.
If succubi really existed in this world, they'd look exactly like her.
But even amid this endless nightmare, there was a faint glimmer of hope.
Twitch, twitch!
The drug was finally wearing off—my fingers started to move, little by little.
Not enough to break free yet, but just knowing I wouldn't be crippled for life filled me with gratitude.
It felt like spotting a ray of light at the bottom of an endless pit.
That alone was enough to keep my sanity intact.
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Gasp!
I must've dozed off for a second there.
When I snapped awake from my brief nap, Milky—who'd been sprawled on top of me moments ago—was gone.
The canopy that had been shut all night was flung wide open. She'd slipped out of the stroller while I slept.
Sometime in between, all the sticky fluids coating my body had been wiped clean, and a fresh, fluffy diaper now cradled my lower half snugly.
I barely lifted my heavy eyelids and scanned the surroundings.
Right on cue, as if she'd been waiting for me to wake, Milky poked her face in with a pitying smile.
She must've showered while I was out—her outfit was fresh and pristine.
“Oh~. So cuuute······. Were you looking for where Mommy went~?”
She planted a kiss on my cheek as she cooed. Just the whiff of that powdered milk scent made my stomach churn now.
“Look at this. After peeing so much inside Mommy all night, my belly's all sloshy now~.”
She patted her slightly swollen tummy and thrust it toward me.
Sure enough, compared to her massive breasts, her once-flat stomach looked a bit puffed out.
But that was also the tear-streaked proof of my all-night labor, drenched in sweat and effort.
“With this much, we might really make a new baby, hehe~.”
Milky giggled in satisfaction.
But something about her smugness rubbed me the wrong way, so I asked her outright.
“Miss······. How long are you planning to keep me tied up in this stroller like this?”
There weren't any actual restraints on my body anymore. But with my limbs still paralyzed, it felt no different from being fully bound.
She'd drained every last drop of semen from me all night. Surely that was enough to satisfy her, right?
I allowed myself a sliver of hope that she'd finally let me go.
But Milky's response shattered that illusion.
“Hmm~. Forever?”
Forever? For life?!
What kind of nonsense······.
“I-Is that even possible? We've only got, what, three days left at most?”
For a split second, I imagined spending eternity like this, and my mind went blank.
Even yanderes had limits. This was way crueler than some twisted bad end.
But no way would things go down like she said.
By village rules, owners only got one week per slave. Her "forever" claim was pure bullshit.
The other thing I knew for sure? My owners—especially Ruby, who doted on me fiercely—didn't mess around when it comes to ownership rights.
“You're right. Normally, yeah. But, I have just enough justification to bend the rules a little.”
“······Justification?”
“Ahem~.”
What kind of justification let her ignore rules she'd always followed to the letter?
I told myself it was nonsense, but cold sweat still trickled down my back.
I swallowed hard, and Milky flashed a leisurely smile.
“First, our baby broke the unbreakable village rule: never refuse an order. So I have every right to keep you restrained~. Got it so far?”
I nodded instead of answering. That much was undeniable fact.
“And then~. I'm keeping you in my room to protect you. Miss Catalina and Amelia—they threatened our precious baby's life. That's on the other ladies for leaving you abandoned in that restroom. So, I'll hammer that point, then say I'm holding you for your own safety from those threats.”
The smile she leveled down at me had turned icy cold.
That chilling gaze confirmed what I'd suspected ever since she got that personality-erasing shot.
“······So all of that was part of your plan from the start.”
“······Hehe.”
So meticulous. Even with the truth on the verge of spilling, she just laughed it off.
Pretending to be all meek and quiet on the surface, but this woman had hidden the darkest depths—and orchestrated every damn thing with cold, calculated precision.
And that wasn't all.
“Dragging Catalina and Amelia into it—that was planned too, wasn't it?”
It had always bugged me.
Why did Amelia suddenly pounce on me like that?
—I feel so weirdly hot all over for some reason······.
—All day, my head's been filled with thoughts of Toilet's dick. Why am I like this today of all days?
Those were Amelia's words to me just a few days ago.
She saw my face every day but never demanded sex from me. So why that day specifically, when she couldn't hold back?
The answer was obvious.
“Amelia getting all aroused, Catalina showing up at the perfect moment— all staged by you. Right?”
Nothing else explained those bizarre coincidences.
But contrary to my expectation that she'd confess, Milky brazenly denied it to the end.
“Hmm~. Pushing Mommy like that is naughty~.”
Her gaze looking down at me wasn't just cold—it was frozen solid.
Like she was sneering, How's a loser like you gonna prove it?
Unfortunately for her, staying up all night against my will had given me endless time to think—and I'd spotted the one flaw she'd overlooked.
“Catalina drugged my dinner. That was a lie from the start. My body wouldn't move right back then—the symptoms match the paralysis drug exactly.”
I'd hit the mark. Her eyebrow twitched for a split second.
A creepy silence stretched out for a moment.
“Pfft!”
Then Milky suddenly clutched her stomach and burst out laughing.
Had horns sprouted on her head, she'd have been the picture of a demon.
It sent chills straight down my spine, but I mustered my courage and played my final card.
“I wonder if Ruby would just let this slide if she knew. Don't you think?”
No matter that Milky had a mafia dad—Ruby and the others had insane specs of their own.
In short, she couldn't hold me forever like she claimed.
It's over.
With that, I'd exposed every single one of her crimes. No more leverage to torment me for life.
—Or so I thought.
Right up until she pulled something from her bosom.
“Why? Gonna call Lady Ruby or something?”
What she held up for me to see?
My smartphone. The one Ruby had gifted me for emergencies like this.
With a background of our naked pics together.
