45th Rule, Fulfilling the Korean Dream for the Foreigner Milky (3)
Milky's name came from Milky Quartz, apparently. In Korean, that's milky quartz. It was a gemstone I'd never heard of before.
So I asked her about its meaning.
"It's not that expensive a gem, but I like how it symbolizes purity, so I use it."
Her Korean was still getting patched up, apparently—she mixed in a bit of English. But she'd studied in England for a long time, so it was on me to understand.
"So, Miss Milky, what exactly brings you all the way to this distant country?"
I placed my tightly clenched fists on my knees and asked.
Something felt incredibly off.
This girl who called herself Milky was right there below my gaze.
She'd forced me to sit on the nearby sofa, worried I'd get tired, but she herself was still kneeling on the floor.
And she had her palms neatly placed on her knees, all prim and proper. It was making me so uncomfortable I wanted to send her home.
Hell, I'd have felt more at ease if she'd sneered down at me and whipped me instead.
I waited for her answer with half-lidded eyes, and Milky shyly averted her gaze as she whispered,
"Well, Korean culture and contents hooked me completely."
What... So you're one of those foreigners obsessed with the Korean Dream or whatever?
Suddenly, the news I'd seen on TV last night flashed in my mind.
Come to think of it, Deisy had said Milky was the shy, quiet type.
"Then, can I call you my hubby now? I've always wanted to try it if I ever got a Korean boyfriend."
...Well.
She seemed anything but shy or quiet with that kind of enthusiasm.
I let out a sigh at the way she looked up at me, desperate for my answer.
"I'm just a slave who has to serve you, miss... so call me whatever you want, I guess?"
I tried to play it off casually since it was so awkward, and suddenly her eyes sparkled.
She bowed deeply, prostrating herself.
"Haa...♡ Such an overwhelming honor! Thank you, hubby."
This was like worshipping a god or something. It was embarrassing just to watch.
"I love you~! Romance brokered!"
......
Who the hell patched this foreigner's Korean...?
With that simple round of introductions done, Milky hummed a tune and left, saying she'd treat me to breakfast.
I flopped onto the sofa, finally free from the heavy pressure on my chest, trying to relax a bit.
I was just about to catch up on the sleep I'd missed earlier when—
Bang!
I jolted upright again at the sound of someone bursting in.
Looking toward the door, there stood the fedora woman who'd dragged me here, holding what looked like a big bundle of cloth in one hand, like some oversized piece of clothing.
Thud.
She tossed the clothes at my feet.
"Put it on."
"What the hell is this?"
I blurted out in confusion, but—
Bang!
She slammed the door shut and left, completely ignoring my question.
She said her piece and bolted—what kind of upbringing teaches you to be that rude?
With no other choice, I meekly picked up the clothes.
What I saw was something strangely familiar yet unfamiliar.
"...Hanbok?"
It was a clear blue silk hanbok, like something a young master like Yi Mong-ryong would wear.
Guess this was the foreigner's idea of the Korean Dream.
I awkwardly slipped into the hanbok for the first time since kindergarten festival day, and right on cue, Milky opened the door.
"Hubby~! I brought breakfast~."
Milky, dressed in her own pristine white silk hanbok, wheeled over a cart loaded with rice and side dishes.
She suddenly noticed my outfit and scanned me up and down, letting out a sigh mixed with an exasperated smile as she approached.
"Hubby, that's not how you wear hanbok~."
...What?
My pride suddenly took a hit.
But I couldn't argue since I knew how ridiculous I looked, so I just stood there dumbfounded.
"My cute hubby~. Just leave it to me. I'm Milky, fashion design major. I'm an expert on clothes. Hehe."
"R-Really?"
"Sure! I even made all the clothes you're wearing right now."
As she neatly adjusted my clothes and tied the final knot, I couldn't help thinking hanbok could look this cool.
I stared blankly down at my outfit for a while, and then—
Whoosh!
Milky hugged me from behind, wrapping her arms around my back.
"Hubby~. Is the outfit uncomfortable anywhere~?"
The soft silk pressed against me, making her touch feel ticklish as it roamed my back.
And that sweet powdered milk scent felt even stronger.
"No... it fits perfectly..."
My heart pounded at her lewd motions, grinding those massive breasts against me.
My body—and my dick—tensed up rock hard.
Milky planted a light, ticklish kiss on my cheek and scurried back to the food cart.
"Hehe. Then come over here and eat first."
She shyly offered me a glass from the cart.
"First, have this before the meal~. You gotta drink it quick while it's fresh for the best taste~♡?"
I eyed the yellowish, cloudy liquid in the glass.
"Wh-What is this?"
The moment I took the warm glass, I asked without thinking, and Milky looked away, propping her chin up as her face turned beet red.
"Fresh milk I just squeezed from the cow myself~."
...Cow out of nowhere?
Did the village have some dairy farming going on? I got suspicious for a second.
Well, she was a rich girl with money to burn, so it wasn't that weird.
Still, it was a bit murkier and yellower than regular milk, so the unease lingered.
But it was her sincerity for me—refusing would be rude.
I pushed aside my doubts and took a tiny sip from the glass.
The moment the sticky liquid touched my tongue—
...!
An unexpected sweetness clung thickly to my taste buds.
Even just that little bit filled my mouth with an indescribably luxurious flavor.
"Mmm! This is delicious!"
It was a tad thick and fishy, sure, but the clean sweetness was exquisite—way beyond ordinary milk.
I gulped down the rest, licking every drop from my lips, and Milky shyly bowed her head, mumbling,
"I'm glad it suits your taste. I only fed her the best for you..."
I stared blankly at her tomato-red face, and she hurriedly pulled out a tray from the cart, scrambling to set out the food.
"I used the same milk in all the other dishes, so eat up!"
As I watched her bustling around, I noticed a damp spot seeping through the fabric inside her slightly hiked-up jeogori.
...No way.
A dirty thought flitted through my mind, but I decided to trust her word that it was from a cow.
Burp~.
After devouring the 18-course feast Milky prepared, I savored the lingering aftertaste of that supreme flavor still haunting my mouth.
I laid my head on Milky's lap as she sat on the sofa, relaxing comfortably.
Her breasts, bigger than any woman's I'd known, shielded me from the hot sunlight like a perfect shade.
That soft, squishy flesh kept brushing my nose, and the fragrant powdered milk scent lulled me into drowsy bliss.
The satisfying fullness from the meal made my eyes droop heavily.
Just as I was about to drift off in this beautiful woman's arms—Milky peeked over her massive chest with a half-moon smile.
"Hubby~. Is my lap uncomfortable~?"
"Nah, it's perfect—."
Whoops.
I slapped a hand over my mouth at the casual slip.
It hadn't even been half a day, but the comfort had made me forget I was a slave.
I cautiously checked her reaction, peering into her eyes.
Smile.
She pulled my face back into her soft bosom with that gentle smile.
"I'm fine with it, so don't worry and be casual with me~."
"Even so, that might be tough..."
No matter how okay she was with it, this was my problem.
Get too used to this comfort, and I might never go back to slave life.
So I resolved to at least keep my speech polite despite the royal treatment, and she replied in a loving tone,
"Is that so? Got it. Mutual respect looks very nice~."
Nestled in her arms as she hummed carefree, I suddenly noticed how slim her waist and legs were.
Not skin-and-bones skinny, but slim compared to those ridiculously huge breasts.
As I enjoyed the near-perfect curves pressing against my head—
"Hm? Hehe..."
Milky glanced at my pants with a pleased smile.
Wondering what she saw, I looked down—and sure enough.
My massive son had taken a liking to her, bulging prominently.
Embarrassed, I covered my face with both hands, but Milky slowly slipped her hand into my pants.
Her slightly moist, sticky-cool fingers gently caressed my rock-hard dick as she said,
"Hubby, this looks really uncomfortable... May I soothe it for you?"
Her chilly touch tickled, making my hips twitch involuntarily, and I nodded before I knew it.
"Hehe. Then, excuse me for a moment~♪."