45th Rule, Fulfilling the Korean Dream for the Foreigner Milky (4)
♥Milky♥
Thump thump.
I'd felt it from the first moment I laid eyes on him. My heart races at this manly, imposing figure of his.
His looks and personality are endlessly frail and pitiful. So why is this part so stately and magnificent?
Mmm~. Totally my type~♪
I just want to claim every inch of this man right now.
But~!
If I rush it, everything could go up in smoke. So for now, nice and slow.
I need to seduce him until he falls head over heels for me.
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★Toilet★
Milky gently lifted my head and slowly rose from the sofa. Then she softly laid it back down on the cushion.
"Serving my husband comfortably is a wife's virtue, right~?"
She leaned in close, flashing a smile. Her sculpted beauty made my face heat up, and I swallowed dryly, nodding.
She planted another kiss on my cheek in response.
"So splendid~♡! Then... please just relax right here, my lord. I'll take good care of you, I promise."
What the hell was she planning? I had a rough idea, but my heart was pounding like mad anyway.
Probably the thrill of getting intimate with a foreigner—a woman with a face and body straight out of a fantasy.
Lying there stiff as a board, body and dick both rigid, she lifted her skirt with her fingers and plopped down onto the sofa over me.
Her knees pressed into the cushions on either side of my head. Right above me, under those sheer panties with delicate white lace, her wide hips and pelvis contrasted with her slender, smooth legs that stole my gaze.
Especially the thinnest part at the bottom of her panties. The fabric covering her precious spot was soaked through, and I found myself staring bloodshot-eyed, unable to look away.
A little focus, and I could glimpse the red flesh inside.
As I lifted my head to burn that lewd panty view into my memory, Milky—clearly savoring my stare—lowered her massive ass slowly and murmured,
"Then, if you'll excuse me."
Plop!
My vision went dark, trapped under her skirt. All I had left was my sense of smell.
I closed my eyes and focused everything on my nose.
The humid, hot air warmed by her body carried her signature antique formula scent, growing thicker by the second.
Thanks to her consideration, her ass didn't press directly against my lips.
But that left me frustrated, wanting more.
Should I lift my head now and lick her defenseless panties with my tongue? I debated it in my mind a hundred times.
Full of regret, I exhaled hot breaths toward her panties over and over.
Milky's legs shivered as if feeling my breath.
"Haa...♡ If you keep sighing hot breaths from under my skirt... I'll get sensitive. So promise me you'll stay still while I serve you~."
Damn it. What man could hold back with such a tempting mound right in front of him?
I was pissed at having to ignore the juicy flesh dangling before me.
But what choice did I have? She asked permission with her words, but this was far from optional.
Even getting treated like this, I was still just a slave.
Defy the mistress with a terrifying mafia don for a father?...
...Ugh. I couldn't even imagine the torture.
So despite the regret burning in my chest, I had no choice but to agree.
"Got... it..."
"Hehe~. Thanks for your kindness, my sweet darling~♡"
Swish.
Milky pressed her ass even closer, letting out an elegant laugh.
Her soft hands pulled down my pants, and cool air brushed my legs.
The room wasn't cold at all.
But my upper body, enveloped in her skirt's heat, made my legs and dick tremble reflexively with tension.
Milky teasingly stroked my towering erection with her fingers, keeping just out of reach.
The ticklish sensation made it twitch uncontrollably.
My ass clenched involuntarily, all senses zeroing in on that soft touch on my dick.
As the humidity and warmth thickened, even breathing grew stifling.
She gripped the shaft gently and pulled it toward her, then placed her wet tongue softly on the sensitive glans.
My overheated dick made her tongue—warm with body heat—feel refreshingly cool.
Soon, the entire glans was enveloped in her slick mouth, her sticky saliva soaking it.
Drool leaking from her lips cooled in the outside air.
To keep it from escaping, she lightly nipped the glans with her teeth and playfully swirled her tongue.
Slurp♡. Sslurp♡.
The vibrations from her soft lips cradling my precious dick hummed through me in detail.
Even as she sucked the glans, she tenderly stroked the shaft and balls. That delicate touch made it swell endlessly.
Slurp♡.
"Just how big does this extra huge penis plan to get...♡?"
Startled by its overwhelming growth, she pulled it out and asked.
The soaked glans cooled rapidly outside her mouth.
Drip drip.
Suddenly, hot, sticky liquid began dropping onto my face. I spotted the source: a tiny droplet forming under her panties like ripe fruit.
It swelled with moisture, then stretched into a thread and landed on my cheek.
Sweet.
Like licking expensive vanilla ice cream. The nectar from this noble lady's most precious place tasted more luxurious than any drink.
As I savored the honey dripping from her panties for a while, she started obsessively licking my urethra with her tongue tip.
Then she'd suck the glans like candy, or coat the entire shaft cold with saliva.
Her hands were a bit clumsy, like she wasn't used to handling men.
But that gentle, affectionate tongue work brought ejaculation surging on fast.
Her lips clamped around the now rock-hard dick, sucking greedily as if craving cum.
Her relentless mouth pushed me over the edge—semen surged through my veins.
I blasted thick white ropes straight into her mouth without a second thought.
Spurt! Splurt splurt!
Milky gulped down the endless flood.
Couldn't see it in the dark, but the vibrations of her throat working rippled vividly through my dick.
"Haa~♡."
Having swallowed every drop, she let out a hot sigh and murmured her verdict.
"How can this taste so... wonderful? Absolutely perfect... (How can it taste this perfect? Really perfect...)"
...What the hell was that?
I didn't understand a lick of English, so no clue.
But judging by how she sucked the shrinking remnants like they were precious, it seemed like high praise.
Only after nursing on it for ages did she lift the hot skirt.
Her ecstatic expression gazing down at me was no joke. I worried she'd force another erection and milk it.
But swish.
She meticulously wiped my dick with nearby wet wipes, pulled up my pants, knelt back down, and asked in a very polite voice,
"I'm sorry, my lord... I think I overdid it a bit. May I sleep now? Just lying quietly next to you on the sofa."
Huh? That's it?
Maybe I was too used to Marin ruthlessly fucking me all the time. Lying still sounded unbelievable.
"I want to fall asleep in your arms..."
Her shy, averted gaze hooked me completely. Instead of answering, I scooted deeper into the sofa.
She bowed politely, lifted her skirt,
plop,
and lay on her back. Grabbing her hair, she lifted her head and said,
"Won't you give your devoted servant a pillow on your arm?"
Gulp.
Seeing her slender nape above her glossy white hair, I had no choice but to offer my arm as a pillow.
I laid my arm on the sofa floor. She brought her cheek softly against it, face to face.
Her lips, scented with night-blooming flowers, kissed my cheek, then she mumbled awkwardly in historical drama speak,
"I am deeply grateful... my lord."
"...That's what a vassal says to a king."
"That's ok~. Then you can be my king~♡."
Milky's unpredictable vocabulary left me speechless in sheer absurdity.
But she didn't care. She stared at me blissfully for a while, then rolled over.
She grabbed my other arm, draped it past her slim waist onto her taut belly.
"Haa...♡. I'm so happy..."
...Is this really the end?
My dick hardened again, wedged between her plump cheeks. I was ready for sex at a word.
But snore snore.
Her peaceful breathing soon filled my ears.
Clinging to my arm, she fell asleep in my embrace.
....
The warmth of Milky seeping through my palm and arm flustered me.
Part of me wanted to ravage her perfect, defenseless body right then, shoving my dick in.
But.
In this suspiciously cozy atmosphere, stuffed from the meal, sleep crept up on me too.
...Fine, no groping for now.
Touching without permission might make her hate me. So I hugged the milky-scented Milky tight and drifted off on the sofa.
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♥Milky♥
Confirming my husband was asleep, I opened my eyes again.
Recalling the perfect milk from his massive dick made my chest grow moist.
I clasped my hands, exhaled, and sniffed the scent clinging to them.
Turning, I gazed at my sleeping husband.
Swish.
"Haa...♡. How can even your sleeping face be so endlessly pitiful."
I wanted to cherish him. From head to toe, every action, every move—I wanted to care for it all.
I can't hold back anymore.
"I... can't take it."
Careful not to wake him, I quietly called my bodyguard.
"Miss Viper~."
The door opened as if she'd been waiting, and Viper approached.
Click!
"You called, Mistress."
"You brought what I asked for?"
At my question, Viper pulled the requested item from her bag. Staring at it in my hand, an ecstatic smile slipped out.
"Then, shall we begin?"
My meticulous plan to turn my lord into my baby~♡.