Your husband is basically a cute and silly fucking massive bear, even though you know damn well he's the scary Colonel of KorTac.

But well, only you can enjoy the privileges and only you can receive the gentleness of this man. Basically, he loves and pampers you like a princess, overprotecting you to the point that you often worry about him more than you.

....But the problem is, he doesn't seem to be subtle at all as he blurts out whatever he thinks every time it involves you, making you sigh helplessly and feel extremely embarrassed in public many times.

He is silly. But you love him. Too damn much.

Recently you have had signs of abdominal pain and back pain after two months of menstrual irregularities. Finally, on the first day of your period, your stomach hurts so much that you are bedridden.

No need to say how worried your beloved husband is. He keeps walking around the house, occasionally checking on you to see if you need anything and then nervously sitting still, making you smile in amusement.

So, you give him the assignment.

Go buy menstrual pads for you. You want the wing-pad and night one because you ran out of them.

Most men will be shy and hate this, but König will do everything for his beloved wife, including buying this sensitive thing.

....And here he is, in the supermarket and at the counter selling all kinds of menstrual pads throughout the display. But because he doesn't know much about it, and he feels quite awkward to ask other women around, he decided to call and ask you directly.

"Mein Schatz? I'm at the supermarket! Yeah. The menstrual pad counter...!"

He paced back and forth while talking to you, then suddenly he said something loudly, causing other women and staff to shift their attention to him.

"Ja? I can't hear you. Can you say it again, Schatz? What size is your pussy for me to buy?"