The 51st Rule, The Last Chance to Escape the Personality Dissolution Crisis (2)
The more I thought about it, the more hopeless it seemed. My heart raced with urgency, but my mind only narrowed further.
It was while I was desperately racking my brain, breathing raggedly with trembling eyes, that a sudden memory flashed in my head—Milky placing the smartphone Ruby had given her on the bedside table.
That's it.
If I can just let Ruby know about this situation right now, she'll definitely send Raven to help, just like when I was locked up at Hyoeun's place.
Hell, Ruby might have given me that phone knowing this moment would come.
My vision suddenly cleared, like a fog lifting.
But one problem remained: my limbs still wouldn't obey me.
As I agonized over how to reach that smartphone, I remembered my fingers twitching a few days ago. I quickly turned my head to stare at my limp hand on the floor.
It had been about three days since Milky injected me with the drug.
The first day, all I could manage was a twitch of my fingers. But now, with more time passed, surely I could move more?
No— I have to.
I summoned every ounce of strength from suckling Milky's milk and focused on my right arm.
"Grrrrrrgh!!"
Please... just move!
I grimaced, straining with everything I had.
And then, as if responding to my will, my arm began to tremble bit by bit.
Shudder shudder—!
Soon enough, it started folding ever so slightly.
Twitch twitch!
It was grueling, but my fist clenched. The joints creaked a little, but my right arm was bending and extending at my command.
Truly, the ultimate right-hand room loner. All that diligent practice paid off.
My other limbs weren't moving properly yet, but they twitched when I flexed, so recovery seemed imminent.
But for now, one arm was enough. That would let me grab the phone.
Amazed by this perfectly timed miracle, I fumbled toward the bedside.
A heavy object brushed my fingertips. But it was just a tad too far to grasp.
"Grrrrrrgh! Please... reach... hurry...!"
I stretched my arm until my eyes bulged with bloodshot veins. That's when—
Thud—the nudged smartphone slid toward me, then—
Whoosh, smack!
"Gah!"
The phone, caught on my finger, dropped and smashed right into my face.
It wasn't a brick, but the agony shot through my cheekbone.
No time to whine, though.
Blinking back tears, I unlocked the phone with my right hand.
Without hesitation, I tapped the chat with Ruby and hammered out a message with shaking fingers.
My wording was rough, but for something typed in a panic, it packed the whole situation neatly.
Just hit send, and Ruby would handle the rest like clockwork.
Milky might know about the phone, which worried me...
But I'll deal with that if I survive. Explanations can wait.
I mashed send without a second thought.
But—
Send Failed
For some reason, no matter how many times I tapped send, it wouldn't go through.
"Wha? Wh-what...?"
Send Failed
Send Failed
Send Failed
My heart pounded at the unexpected glitch, lips quivering.
"Why...? Why won't it send? What's wrong?!!"
Fearing my voice might leak out, I buried my face in the pillow and screamed.
Scrutinizing the screen again, the issue finally clicked.
"Insert... a SIM card?"
The signal icon showed an X with "No Service", and periodic pop-ups urged "Insert SIM Card".
No Service
Insert SIM Card
In other words, anticipating I might get to the phone, Milky had removed the SIM beforehand.
Damn it. I got played.
Her thorough trap crushed me like the sky falling.
Drained, I let the phone slip from my limp right arm onto the bed.
Thud.
"Now... what do I do?"
My one lifeline to escape was gone.
Milky would return soon, and no other countermeasures came to mind.
Only my right arm worked. I couldn't even run like Amelia or Catalina might.
Was my only end to be dragged from the village by Milky, then turned into her doll like the women in the underground ranch—personality erased?
To end so pointlessly... I could only laugh hollowly in despair.
"Haha, damn it..."
All I could do was wait for Milky to steal my self. Pathetic, even at almost fifty.
But it wasn't a bad life, right?
Before the village, I figured I'd die alone as a lonely old virgin in a dark room.
Though a rights-less slave in Dia Village, countless women loved me, and I built happy memories.
With this massive, virile cock, I'd scattered seed everywhere—surely one would bear and raise my child.
Yeah, that's enough.
A worthless birth, but embracing women like Ruby here was glory beyond measure.
As I awaited the death-like torment of sexual torture, reminiscing...
...!
A spark from past memories jolted my head up from resignation.
I glanced desperately at the door.
Quiet outside, no sign of Milky.
Then back to the bed, scrutinizing closely.
...!
As expected. There might still be a way.
"...Then it's too early to give up."
Bang!
The door flew open, and in came Milky, her bodyguard, and Viper.
In their hands, a massive stroller. Inside, two women familiar with pacifiers like me—faces frozen in terror.
Amelia and Catalina.
But different from me: bodies covered in bruises and wounds, naked without diapers, limbs shackled.
Milky and Viper parked the stroller toward me like a show. Seeing Amelia's tear-streaked, whimpering face staring at me tore my heart.
Catalina... whatever.
To hide my movable arm, I pretended to have just woken, watching them.
Ruby's phone was back in place, so no one would notice my meddling.
Sweating bullets, I met Milky's chilling smile as she eyed me.
She approached Catalina, yanking her swollen, juicy nipple.
"Catalina, saw you again. Thought you'd attack my staff and escape during the loose ropes for moving? Tight bodysuit really wasn't your style~."
Just a nipple tug.
But Catalina rolled her eyes back, hips bucking, squirting all over the stroller.
She's probably enjoying this...
Milky, incredulous, gave a hollow laugh and glanced at Viper.
Viper fetched a diaper from behind the stroller, wiped the mess with a cloth, and diapered her.
But—
"Hic... Hic... Hogogok!"
Sssssss!
Seeing the warm diaper on her lower half, Catalina panted—then soaked Viper's careful work with hot fluids.
"..."
Her mind must've shattered from the tortures.
Pitiable? Or hot? Her lips twitched around the pacifier, so she seemed to relish even this danger—no worries there.
