50th Rule, Social Club Party with Milky Who Can't Let Go of the Baby (2) – Murmuring.
Around the lobby, men and women murmured in hushed tones.
A beauty strode leisurely through the crowd, pushing a stroller without a care in the world.
But what lay inside wasn't a baby.
In this busy modern world, everyone was too caught up in their own lives to pay much attention to others.
But right now, every eye was glued to the stroller being pushed by the white-haired beauty.
No, even I wouldn't have been able to look away.
There, in the oversized stroller, lay a burly adult man with his arms and legs splayed out, sucking on a pacifier—his massive cock slathered in pink lipstick and standing at full attention.
If it had been anyone else lying there, I would've thought, What the hell is that idiot doing?
Yes, that's right. I was that idiot...
So please, just mind your own business and keep walking. I'm dying of embarrassment here myself, boo-hoo.
But Milky, oblivious to my anguish, seemed to revel in the stares. Her heels clicked confidently across the marble floor as she swept her hair back with a dignified air in front of everyone.
She was utterly, peerlessly insane...
Writhing in humiliation, foaming at the mouth, I barely noticed when Milky's steps halted in front of a massive golden elevator.
As I rolled my eyes back, staring at the sunlight reflecting off the window, Milky grinned mischievously and asked,
"How's the outside world treating you after so long, my baby~?"
How's it treating me? Ha, you've got to be kidding.
...Is that even a question? Fine, since you asked, I'll answer.
It's dogshit.
Being cooped up in a corner all day was far less pathetic. At least back then, I wasn't publicly humiliated.
Ah, those were the days... Peacefully jerking off three times a day in my dark, cramped hole...
Lost in memories of my life's peak—the good old days—I gazed blankly at the sky. Then, with a ding, the elevator doors slid open.
I prayed it wouldn't be packed; if it was, I'd really have to bite my tongue and end it all. Luckily, inside was just one cute office lady in a crisp suit.
Of course, even she glanced back and forth between my cock and Milky's face in shock, shrinking my balls in mortification.
She gave Milky a slight nod, and Milky returned a graceful smile, bowing politely as she wheeled the stroller in.
Clunk!
The elevator was lined wall-to-wall with golden mirrors.
The moment the doors closed, every direction filled with the writhing, filthy pillar that was me.
The sudden heaviness wasn't just from the elevator ascending.
An awkward tension hung between me, Milky, and the stranger.
The silence triggered my PTSD all over again.
But it didn't last.
The woman sneaked sidelong glances at us before flashing her signature cute smile at Milky.
"You two must be a couple with some unique tastes~."
Milky covered her mouth politely, giggling in agreement.
"Heehee. You're right~. I used to hate this stuff because it was so embarrassing, but my boyfriend begged me so earnestly, I couldn't say no~."
......
What the hell did you just say? Begged earnestly? Oh, come on.
I was so flabbergasted I shot Milky a death glare.
But the shameless woman just smiled down at me leisurely, seeking agreement with a playful "Right~?"
She was clearly out of her mind.
"Oh really? Your boyfriend has such exotic tastes~. Must be exhausting."
"Tell me about it... He always puts me in these awkward spots~. But what can you do? When your loving boyfriend wants it."
"Wow... You must really love him... Don't worry too much. A lot of people around here are rich, so you see folks with all kinds of unique kinks."
"R-really? I thought I was the only one suffering like this. What a relief..."
Whew.
Milky sighed in relief, stroking her chest. Meanwhile, I was boiling with rage listening to these two women chat and laugh.
And her social skills—top-notch.
They chatted about how my size made sex inconvenient, how tough it was when I "forced" her virginity...
Twisting the truth right in front of me, painting me as some brainless dick-headed trash while wrapping herself as the devoted girlfriend.
Listening to that bullshit, my blood boiled to the point of passing out.
But hold it in. I had to hold it in right now...
Words burned at the tip of my tongue.
But if I snapped and spilled the truth, Ruby and Amelia could be in danger.
So my only option was to chomp down on the pacifier shaped like Milky's nipple and endure.
But the ordeal didn't end there.
The woman kept swallowing hard, her eyes locked on my swaying cock amid their conversation. Finally, she timidly pointed at it and asked Milky,
"If it's not too rude... could I touch your boyfriend's... thing?"
What the— this woman's a total nutjob too.
Asking to touch a stranger's dick on first sight? Total breach of etiquette.
Just voicing it was outrageous. Please spare me such low-class questions.
As a slave with no say, I desperately hoped Milky would shut it down.
But.
"Of course~! As long as you handle it gently, you're welcome to do anything besides just touching~♡."
...Yeah. No way the Milky who pushes NTR on every cow until they're pregnant would pass up this golden opportunity.
I'd expected it, but the betrayal still stung beyond words.
Hing! I hate you, Mistress...
From the one asking to touch my precious parts, to the one granting permission on her own.
No normal people in this place from the start.
Not even me, secretly anticipating her soft touch amid the shame...
Tap.
Her trembling fingers brushed the shaft's skin. She yanked back with a start.
"Ah, it's hot..."
What was that? Her eyes sparkled with thrill, like locking gazes with her first love.
Blushing at her own fingers, she mustered courage and wrapped her hand around the girth that wouldn't fit in one palm.
She sniffed the tip, then pressed her lips to it, adding a bold red lipstick mark amid the pinks. Mwah♡.
Breathing hotly, clutching it tight, she gazed down at me with a dazed expression.
"We met by fate like this... Mind if I take a commemorative photo?"
......
Milky smirked her fox-like grin and nodded at the woman's mad request.
Sudden thought: Maybe I'm the abnormal one here?
Whatever. Let it be.
As I resigned to this insanity—
The woman, gripping my cock, made a cute face, raised her smartphone, and click!
She showed us the screen, beaming with joy.
Milky and her grinned ear-to-ear; I alone scowled like I'd bitten a bug, pacifier in mouth.
Ding!
The elevator stopped perfectly at her floor.
She scurried out, nodding to Milky, then flashed me a wistful smile.
"Bye-bye, baby~! Grow big and strong~!"
......
Her waving figure faded behind the closing doors, leaving just me and Milky in the golden space.
......
The woman kept laughing and waving until the doors shut.
Thud!
Only then did she check her smartphone.
She sent the selfie to somewhere.
Immediately, a call came in.
A faint smile crossed her face at the caller's name. She hit accept swiftly.
"Yeah, you see the pic? Uh-huh. It's huge and hot just like you said~. Made me wanna try fitting it in myself?"
"Sorry~. Just kidding~."
"Huh? ...Uh-huh."
Heehee.
"Yep. Everything just like you predicted. This proof enough?"