50th Rule, Social Club Party with Milky Who Can't Let Go of the Baby (3)
“You've arrived, Madam President.”
The elevator doors opened just as Milky was about to step out onto her floor.
The countless staff lining both sides of the red carpet bowed in unison toward her.
Milky offered them only a light nod in return. Without a word, she quietly pushed the stroller forward along the carpet.
As we emerged leisurely from the elevator, a long stretch of pristine white marble walls unfolded before us.
The light reflecting off the ceiling made her look like a celebrity under the spotlight, enhancing the glossy, elegant aura of Milky as she strolled down the corridor with the stroller.
By the time we reached the end of the hallway, the massive doors there began to swing open slowly at the hands of the waiting attendants.
Under a chandelier so grand and dazzling it hurt the eyes.
Surrounded by crimson velvet carpeting.
Tables draped in cloths that trailed along the floor.
And a huge stage dominating the scene up front.
Waiters with ramrod-straight postures darted busily between tables, balancing golden trays. Chefs sweated profusely as they served steaming dishes.
And women in luxurious gowns, faces half-hidden behind feathered fans, seated at the tables.
The moment Milky entered the vast hall, every eye turned toward us.
More precisely, toward my grotesquely towering cock.
They ogled it like gourmets savoring the finest ingredient, licking their lips with greedy stares fixed on the throbbing shaft.
“This is the social club I created, Mother’s Oracle. These ladies are all noble souls, just like me, striving to eradicate war from the world~.”
“······While running an illegal Cow Farm in the basement?”
“······Heehee. As expected, you're quick on the uptake.”
She flashed a grin.
My instant prediction had hit the mark. Milky looked a bit troubled as she smiled at me.
But it wasn't sharp intuition that let me guess it.
The women seated at the tables—strange dresses clinging tightly to their bodies, exuding the same chilling vibe as Milky.
Why? The answer didn't take long.
They all grinned with feral eyes, like predators ready to devour me.
After all this rough treatment, only an idiot wouldn't notice.
World peace this, that—bullshit. Judging by the noblewomen smacking their lips behind their fans, they were just perverts with twisted fetishes.
And so, entrusted to the stroller pulled by Milky, I stood with her on the platform.
Suddenly, the lights in the entire space flicked off with a pop.
Only the two of us were bathed in the spotlight from the stage.
With all eyes upon us, Milky parked the stroller and leaned into the microphone.
“Ladies of Mother’s Oracle, thank you for waiting! Today, the saint atop this holy stroller will become our magnificent stud horse to fulfill our wishes! If as many women of humanity as possible receive this stud's seed and bear children, it will civilize the violent, war-mongering monkeys. Only then will the world we desire arrive!”
She'd spoken in English, so I couldn't understand a damn word. I just sensed she was plotting something ominous.
In contrast, the seated women seemed to get it and began clapping quietly.
“And so, before offering this stud to the temple, I want to give you all a chance to savor him right here at this social club!”
Milky, who'd been ranting in English to the audience, suddenly paused mid-sentence and turned to me. With a wicked smile, she continued slowly.
“Now, let the party begin! Please enjoy yourselves, ladies······ Heehee~.”
Clap clap.
Having finished her incomprehensible speech, Milky suddenly clapped her hands. Out of nowhere, the fedora-wearing bodyguard approached and handed her a syringe.
“Thank you, Miss. Viper~.”
The moment Milky took the syringe from Viper, she headed straight for me. Clearly intending to jab it into me.
What the hell was it? That ominous liquid inside.
Like last time, something to paralyze my limbs? Or a sedative to knock me out?
With this unpredictable woman, I couldn't even guess. Fear of the unknown made my gaze tremble.
As I stared at her in terror, Milky scoffed and grasped my upright cock, planting a kiss on it.
Smack♡.
“It'll sting a little, baby~.”
Thrust!
The words barely left her mouth before she mercilessly plunged the needle into my thigh.
“Guhk!”
Maybe because my pain receptors were still intact. I felt the cold liquid injecting through the needle piercing my thigh flesh.
Wincing at the unpleasant foreign sensation, I spat out my pacifier and asked her.
“What the hell did you just inject into me?”
Milky slowly withdrew the needle, tapped her lips with a finger, and pondered.
“Hmm~, well, it's something used on superior males to preserve excellent genes~. What was it again~? Oh!”
She picked up the fallen pacifier from beside my face and shoved it back into my mouth, smirking.
“In Korean, it's called an aphrodisiac, right? Heehee. The kind used on cute animal friends like pigs or horses.”
An aphrodisiac? And one meant for beasts, injected into a human?
For a second, I thought I'd misheard and doubted my ears.
But her next words plunged me into even greater confusion.
“Don't look so scared. What I just gave you is a safety-improved, super-effective version from our farm~. So now, baby just has to enjoy the love from all these other Mommies here. Easy, right?”
Easy my ass······.
I had a ton of protests ready to fire off.
Thump thump!
“Khuk!”
But my heart suddenly pounded so hard it choked off my words.
It was right around then, as my massive cock stiffened even harder and I writhed in agony, twisting my neck this way and that.
Step!
Viper, Milky's bodyguard on the stage.
She glared down at me coldly, then grabbed the stroller and wheeled it down from the platform.
She stopped it in the center of the space ringed by tables.
The spotlight on stage winked out at once.
The chandeliers in the hall blazed back to life with radiant light.
Thump thump—.
In the midst of my heart going berserk.
My breathing grew ragged.
The cushion against my back soaked with sweat.
Feeling anxious under the stares of all those women, I glanced around.
Even though nothing had happened yet, white-hot pleasure blanked my mind, and a scorching urge to cum surged up my urethra.
As yellowish, turbid semen dribbled down the shaft bit by bit, Milky explained into the mic.
“By the way, that drug I just injected also massively boosts semen volume, so no worries about running dry~. It gushes out like a burst dam. Right? Heehee.”
In other words, my balls' factory would churn out cum nonstop, never emptying.
No wonder······.
Everything felt so hypersensitive, twitching at the slightest breeze. Must be the drug.
I had no idea if it was truly "safe," but its performance was top-notch.
The ecstatic pleasure I usually felt only at the peak of climax now washed over me constantly.
My thoughts froze in heaven-like bliss.
All the shame and humiliation I'd felt vanished clean away.
My mind filled with nothing but hot, turbid desire for semen. Everything else ceased to matter.
Hurry······ Someone, anyone, please scratch this insanely itchy cock······.
I was lost in the drug, eyes rolled back, clamping down hard on the pacifier.
Clap clap.
Suddenly, a woman at the nearby table—elegantly dining—clapped her hands out of nowhere.
The stroller rolled toward her at once. Viper asked her something.
“Did you call for me?”
The woman dabbed her lips with a napkin and held out her glass of deep red wine to Viper.
“The food is exquisite, but the wine lacks a bit. I want to add a special flavor.”
Viper took the woman's wineglass from her enigmatic smile without a word.
What the hell was she on about? Right then—
Viper's cold hand reached for my throbbing, hot cock.
She yanked it downward mercilessly, positioning the glass beneath the tip.
Just her touch alone sent electric pleasure jolting up my spine, and thick semen erupted into the glass.
