A Hungry Mommy Is Well-Behaved
Han Gyeowool sobbed her heart out for well over ten full minutes.
Eventually, as if she had no strength left to cry, she curled her legs up and sat completely still. The only sounds that reached my ears were the intermittent gurgles of her empty stomach. And every time they came, the rims of Han Gyeowool's ears burned a vivid red.
I found the sight so ridiculous that I couldn't help but hold back a snicker, half amused and half incredulous. It wasn't like she was staging some protest. If she wanted to cry, she should go do it at her own place. Sitting stubbornly right outside someone else's tent like that... I could only assume she was too mortified to even raise her head.
Sigh. Her tits might be massive, but otherwise she's just a big baby.
Leaving her like that didn't sit right with me either, so I went over to the tent and grabbed a few cans of food. Then I set a pot over the campfire and started cooking. For a woman who didn't even have a pot, let alone any rations, this was a luxury she couldn't even dream of.
Sizzle!
I first stir-fried the canned beef, then cracked open a can of tomatoes and a can of corn to simmer them all together. As the savory aroma began to waft out while it cooked, the curled-up Han Gyeowool flinched, her shoulders trembling in response.
Then, at one point, she very carefully lifted her head just a fraction and snuck a peek in my direction. Our eyes met dead-on.
"!"
She startled and immediately dropped her head again. But that didn't make the embarrassment go away. Her ears turned even redder, and the growling from her stomach came without pause.
I couldn't stand watching anymore and spoke up first.
"Hey. How long are you planning to sit there like that? You gonna starve yourself to death?"
"......"
I'd extended an olive branch, but apparently one try wasn't enough to save face. After the scene she'd made, it was probably too embarrassing to just accept food shamelessly.
"Come on. If you keep that up, I'm just gonna eat it all myself. You fine with that?"
Only when I asked a second time did she reluctantly lift her head, as if going along with it. But she still looked so embarrassed that she glared at me for no reason.
"What? Why the glare? Still feeling wronged? Want to play a few more rounds of the game, then?"
"......"
She quickly averted her gaze. Then, in a voice so soft it was barely audible, she mumbled,
"I get it, so... that... um... give me some too..."
"Huh? What was that?"
"M-me too... just a little... give me some... of that."
I'd heard her perfectly, but I pretended not to on purpose. Her dampened reaction was just too cute and fun.
"Sigh. Speak up a little. You're a grown adult—what's with the timid act?"
That jab must have set her off, because she raised her voice. Only then did she spill her true feelings freely.
"Damn it! Give me some too! I'm hungry too! What's the big deal if we just eat together?!"
After yelling that out, she seemed to realize her mistake and hunched her shoulders again. The way she looked was just like a grumpy cat, and I couldn't help but laugh.
"There we go. That's how you have to say it for me to understand. So, want to come over and have a bite?"
At that, her ears perked this way and that. After crying so hard for so long, she had to be feeling extreme hunger by now. Her hesitation didn't last long.
"...G-give it to me."
"Hmm. I wonder. I'm not really keen on giving any to someone who doesn't keep her promises."
"......"
"Fine. I'll give you one bite for free. But if you want more, you'll have to keep your promise."
"...Promise? That thing about crawling like a dog? Are you telling me to act like a dog right now?"
"Hey now. If you agreed to it yourself, you have to take responsibility. And I never said crawl like a dog. I said become my puppy. There's only the two of us on this island anyway, so just do it. What's there to be embarrassed about?"
By then the beef stir-fry was done, so I scooped up a big bite and tasted it with gusto. Savory and salty, with the added sweetness of tomato and corn—it was absolutely fantastic.
"Mmmph. So good. First, have this one bite. It's free."
There was no way a woman this starved would be satisfied with just one spoonful. When I held the spoon out toward her, her body drifted closer as if pulled by a magnet.
"Alright. Our Gyeowool. Say aah."
I called her name affectionately, just like training a puppy. Instantly the beef hypnosis snapped, and she bared her teeth, starting to hiss.
"You... what did you just..."
But before she could grumble, I shoved the spoon right in. The spoonful of beef stir-fry vanished between her plump lips in the blink of an eye.
Slurp!
She instinctively sealed her lips and savored the taste. I could even feel the vigorous movement of her tongue through the spoon.
Clatter! Clatter! Slurp! Slurrp! Gulp!
Finally swallowing the meat, she gazed with deep regret, her eyes shining wistfully. Then, as if she couldn't bear to waste even a drop of sauce, she greedily licked the spoon clean.
"Mmmph. Mm."
"Hey. Let go of the spoon. Hey. I said let go."
Pop!
A clear popping sound came from her mouth as the spoon bounced free, a long, lewd string of saliva stretching between them. Han Gyeowool hurriedly wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
"...Ahem. How can you yank it away while someone's eating?"
"Come on. Not a drop of sauce left. Can't you see the spoon is sparkling clean?"
"......"
"More importantly, how was it? After one bite, changing your mind a little?"
Her gaze was still glued to the remaining beef stir-fry and wouldn't leave it. She must have tasted every delicacy in the world, but she'd never experienced a flavor this special.
I held out another spoonful in front of her eyes. This time, forgetting all dignity, she opened her mouth wide with an "aah." Of course, I had no intention of giving it for free. Seizing the chance, I immediately began training Han Gyeowool.
"Alright. Our Gyeowool. If you want another bite, give me your paw. Paw."
"?"
"Hup. Gyeowool. Hurry up and give me your paw."
"...W-what is this?"
She stared at me as if I were out of my mind. But I shamelessly continued her training.
"Hmm. Gyeowool. Don't you want your num-nums? Hurry and give me your paw."
As I dangled the spoon in front of her face, her pupils swayed along with it. If she'd never tasted it, maybe, but after having it once, this was an irresistible temptation.
"You're... crazy... Teacher Kang, you're really crazy."
Even as she cursed vulgarly, her fingers twitched hesitantly. After several flinches of hesitation, her fingers soon settled softly onto my palm. At that adorable sight, I couldn't help but break into a wide grin.
"Aww, good girl. Our Gyeowool. You did such a pretty thing, so here's your num-nums. Let's eat num-nums."
As promised, I held out the spoon, and she parted her lips with a thoroughly displeased face. But the moment the food entered her mouth, her eyes sparkled purely with joy as if nothing had happened. She chewed diligently, savoring the meat juices.
Seeing how much more docile she'd become, courage welled up in me for some reason. So I decided to push a little further.
"Alright. Our Gyeowool. Good girl, right? This time, try saying 'woof♥︎' to Master once. Woof♥︎."
I gently stroked her hair as I held out another spoonful. But she seemed unable to bring herself to make dog noises, glaring at me with eyes full of disgust.
"...Teacher Kang. Are you seriously crazy? Tone it down a little. Tone it down."
Of course, that wasn't going to make me give up. Pretending to be angry, I immediately pulled back the spoon I'd offered her and dumped it into my own mouth without hesitation. Seeing that, Han Gyeowool gasped in shock.
"Ahh! Why would you—!"
"Think carefully. There's not much meat left now. If you keep acting stubborn, you're the only one who loses."
"......"
"Alright then. Our Gyeowool. Shall we try saying 'woof♥︎' to Master again? Come on, say woof♥︎."
I scooped another spoonful and held it to her mouth. The remaining meat was maybe five spoonfuls at most. That was barely enough even for her alone.
After hesitating a moment, she squeezed her eyes shut. Her lips, which had been quivering several times, began to part little by little. The youngest daughter of the Daeseong Group, the COO of Daeseong Dairy. A chaebol among chaebols who had lived her whole life reigning like a queen. From the lips of such a queen came an animal's cry—humiliating and submissive.
"...Woof♥︎"
"Hmm? What was that? Shall we try once more?"
Grit.
"...W-woof♥︎"
"Aww! Our Gyeowool! So pretty! You did so well! Why are you so cute? Hmm? You listen so well too! What a good girl!"
Her face flushed as if it would burst from the shame. Deep anger and a sense of defeat surged like waves in her eyes. I fed two spoonfuls of meat into Han Gyeowool's mouth in succession. Otherwise, it looked like she might pick up a rock and smash it over my head any second.
Chew, chew.
She tasted the meat diligently with her eyes wide and fierce. Beside her, I carefully stroked her head as if handling her. Of course, she tried several times to shake her head and push my hand away. But as you can see...
"Hup! Gyeowool! If you keep doing that, no more num-nums for you?"
"......"
One bite of meat and she immediately became docile again. After repeating the training like that, the food eventually ran out completely. But she still seemed hungry, glancing at me sideways. The hurdle for physical contact had lowered a lot by now—she didn't even hiss when I tidied her bangs. It seemed we'd reached an unspoken agreement that as long as I gave her food, she'd allow this much.
To finish training her, I took out some survival biscuits and cheese spread. I even offered her the coconut drink I'd made myself. Food that the usual Han Gyeowool wouldn't even glance at. But right now, they were the ultimate luxuries you couldn't buy with money.
"Our Gyeowool. You want some snacks too, huh?"
At my question, she nodded faintly. After starving all day, a few spoonfuls of meat wouldn't have been enough to fill her. I spread the sweet cheese on a biscuit and presented it to her mouth. Of course, this time wasn't free either.
"Alright. Gyeowool. Kiss Master's cheek."
When I tapped one cheek with my finger, she shuddered with revulsion. Her expression conflicted with a look that said, do I really have to do even this? But what could her conflict change? So you're not going to eat this delicious biscuit? Her answer was basically already decided.
Grit.
"...Just wait till we get back to Korea. I won't let this go."
"Yes, yes. Don't say such scary things. Alright. Hurry and kiss Master's cheek."
At my continued urging, she let out a deep sigh as if half-resigned. Then she roughly grabbed both of my cheeks. After feeling that tough touch...
Mwah♥︎
Her soft lips pressed against mine.