Rule 45, Fulfilling the Foreigner Milky's Korean Dream (2)
Being dragged around by such terrifying foreigners. In the end, the brilliant morning sun rose.
The place we arrived at, by their hands, was in front of a mansion that was pure white on the outside and grand like a palace.
The whole way there, both my arms had been tucked into the soft, squishy bosoms of the mafia women. But there was no thrill in it.
No matter how stunning the women in fedoras looked, an equally dangerous aura wafted off them thickly.
Like a pig being led to the slaughterhouse, I offered no resistance and let them lead me, eventually stepping into the pristine white mansion.
According to Deisy, these were ruthless mafia who didn't hesitate to kill.
The moment I slipped up, a bullet hole would probably appear in my skull.
Maybe this time I really would die.
Suddenly, my legs went weak from sheer terror. The woman glanced down at my limping legs and gripped my arm so hard it felt like it might shatter, issuing a warning.
"Don't dawdle. You'd better move quickly, or we'll stuff you into a cramped oak barrel and haul you that way."
"Y-yes... uh-huh...."
Maybe it was because they were mafia, but that chilling glare nearly made me piss myself. No joking around.
So, no matter how much my legs trembled, I had no choice but to desperately keep up.
By the way, these foreigners were pretty fluent in Korean.
Despite their exotic looks, their pronunciation was clearer than a native's. At least I didn't have to worry about a language barrier.
But just as I started to relax—
A foreign language sounded from behind me.
"Miss Viper, which room should I dump this guy in?"
"Take him straight to the Mistress's room."
A sense of unknown dread began to creep in from those incomprehensible voices.
No way they're gonna shoot me, right? They plan to keep me alive? Right?
·····Please just say yes, sob sob.
Thanks to these foreigners making my heart pound from the crack of dawn, I was trudging down the white marble corridor with tears pricking my eyes.
Suddenly.
The mafia women's footsteps halted in front of a certain door.
Even through my teary, blurred vision, the nameplate on the door caught my eye.
I had no idea what it meant, but it gave off a bad vibe.
Hesitating at the door, unwilling to go in, the woman who'd just grabbed my arm flung it open and kicked my ass hard without mercy.
Wham.
"Gahk!"
The sharp heel of her stiletto stamped into my buttock made my head spin. I reflexively leaped inside and lost my balance, tumbling headfirst to the floor.
Crash! Splatsplat!
There I lay, face planted on the ground. The woman who'd kicked me looked down with a completely remorseless, indifferent expression and said,
"The Mistress will be here soon, so wait quietly."
Slam!
And just like that, I was left alone in this mysterious place, utterly bewildered.
"······Argh, ow. This hurts like hell."
Rubbing my throbbing ass, I stood up and looked around.
A vast space bathed in brilliant morning sunlight.
What I saw inside: soft puzzle-shaped rubber mats covering the entire floor, and things like wooden rocking horses on wheels or baby cribs—toys for toddlers.
Not the brutal setup you'd expect from those scary big sisters earlier, but a space straight out of a kindergarten.
"······Some kind of new torture device?"
Nothing else explained the suspicious objects here.
And from the moment I entered, a sweet, powdery milk scent assaulted my nose.
It was the same fragrance I'd smelled from that massive bra at the laundromat before.
"Feels just like I'm in a nursery...."
Maybe because it was so different from what I'd imagined, I wandered the spacious room in a daze, but I couldn't shake the unease.
I was eyeing what seemed like a slightly oversized baby crib—this looks big enough for even me to lie down in—when suddenly.
Knock knock.
Someone rapped on the door abruptly.
"May I come in, Mister?"
······Huh? Mister all of a sudden?
A woman's voice, speaking slightly halting Korean.
She hadn't called me slave, and was even waiting for my permission? It creeped me out, so I hesitated on answering.
But her polite silence made me reluctantly respond.
"Y-yes, come in...."
Immediately, a faint giggle from beyond the door.
"Heehee.... Then~, excuse me~. Mr. my honey."
A delicate voice like a music box melody followed, and the door creaked open very cautiously.
······!
In that instant, the woman's beauty visible beyond the door—her radiant figure—left me breathless.
"Did I keep you waiting? I was a bit late after taking a quick shower."
Skin sparkling in the sunlight, pure white. And long, damp, snow-white hair that accentuated her stunning looks.
Silver fox-like eyes scanned me up and down with a crescent-moon smile. Her flawless cheek flushed shyly pink.
"Wh-who are you...."
Utterly captivated by this stranger's beauty, I found myself speechless.
She moved like a living doll. Let my guard down for a second, and I'd be staring blankly, entranced.
But judging by how politely she treated me, she didn't seem like the lady of the house—more like a maid.... Could she be my new owner, Milky?
Nah, no way. That can't be....
If she really lived here, there'd be no reason to treat a slave like me so courteously.
No owner greets their slave politely.
Even the angelic Ruby who rescued me from the slave market hadn't used formal speech with me.
Unable to fathom her intentions, I eyed her warily. The beauty before me clasped her hands lightly and bowed her head politely. I'd assumed she was just a simple servant, as expected.
But her next words threw me into confusion.
"Pleased to meet you. I'm Milky. From today, I'm the lady of Dia Village who'll serve you~."
"Y-you're really the Milky lady?"
"Of course~! Yes. ······Is there a problem?"
I backed away in startled fear, and the woman who'd introduced herself as Milky tilted her head with a puzzled smile, as if she had no idea why.
Even that gesture was dazzlingly beautiful, so despite furrowing my brows in suspicion, I couldn't stop my face from heating up.
"B-but if you're really the lady, there's no reason to treat me so politely...."
"Oh, my honey.... Don't say such hurtful things...."
She made a slightly downcast expression, then approached me and slowly knelt right in front of my face.
With delicate, formal movements, she took my palm gently—then suddenly slipped my pinky into her warm, wet mouth.
Slurp♡. Slurp, slurp♡.
Her thin, long tongue wrapped around my finger tenderly.
The way it slicked my whole finger made it tickle, and my heart pounded faster and faster.
For some reason, embarrassed, I tried to pull my hand away hastily.
But slurp♡. Haa~♡.
Before I could, she released my finger with a deep sigh.
Her gaze felt like sticky honey dripping down.
"Don't be so guarded.... This is a ritual passed down in my family."
"R-ritual...?"
"Mmm~♪. Normally, it's a simple kiss on the finger to show I'll serve you, but once I held your hand, I just had to lick it clean."
Wh-what's with this? I'm a slave, you know?
"The first time you came here, the moment I saw you, I fell head over heels. My heart raced so much, I couldn't say a word."
Suddenly, I recalled the day I'd first arrived at the management office. Through my hazy vision, one woman had just stood there silently watching me.
Unlike the other three ladies pouring abuse on me, she'd been quiet.
Still, to suddenly declare a servitude ritual....
"What exactly do you want from me...?"
I asked, unease heavy in my voice. Milky rubbed her saliva-slicked hand softly against her cheek with a radiant smile.
"What I want is a perfect Korean husband like you."
"H-husband?!"
"Yea~. So for this week together, Milky will give my beloved hubby some special healing time~."
