Nostalgic Taste
"What preparation? Didn't I always say that as a doctor, you must always be ready to dive straight into action at any moment?"
"...D-Did I say that?"
"You did."
Bang So-un stripped off his pants and undergarments, tossing them carelessly aside. His cock sprang up, fully erect. Thanks to Eun Hwa-yeong's One Moon Harmony Technique, it had grown noticeably larger. It was big enough to rank in the upper tier among men without any exaggeration.
"H-Hii... Hngh..."
Un Jung-seon flushed crimson, covering her face with both hands. But her gaze lingered through the gaps in her fingers, fixed unwaveringly on Bang So-un's manhood.
I-It’s... more impressive than I thought...
She’d imagined something average, given his age and his usual distance from such matters. Yet even to her, inexperienced with men's parts, this size felt undeniably impressive.
T-That’s... Master’s cock.
Gulp.
Un Jung-seon swallowed without realizing it. A strange thrill washed over her brain. Master and disciple—a relationship that ethics absolutely forbade. The taboo it evoked sparked that illicit excitement.
She revered her master above all, of course. But to claim she’d never felt any perverse urges beyond that would be a lie. Back when she was first discovering her sexuality, she’d even masturbated in secret thinking of him.
There had only been two men around her worth fantasizing about sexually, and her senior brother felt like a real older brother—disqualified. That left only Master.
Who said a man you respected couldn’t stir sexual desire? Imagining her first time cradled in his reliable embrace had made her heart race wildly. That’s how she’d pleasured herself.
Of course, she’d frantically shoved those thoughts away the moment she finished. All that remained was crushing guilt, the kind that felt irredeemable.
Still, such lapses were fleeting. They never happened again after that.
Yet now... decades later, that fantasy was unfolding right before her eyes as reality.
Ugh...
Thump-thump. Her heart pounded madly. Heat surged through her body.
"Disciple."
"...Y-Yes? Ah, y-yes!"
"Is this your first time?"
"I-I'm embarrassed, but... y-yes, it is."
A virgin pussy at her age. If only Master hadn’t passed away like that... well, he hadn’t actually died, but if that incident hadn’t happened, she probably would’ve married some man, built a family, and lived a normal life.
But the shock had driven her to nearly abandon the world. Now that she knew Master was alive, she felt some regret over that choice—but back then, it was the only way her shattered mind could cope.
Even so, a dusty virgin pussy untouched for decades was mortifying to reveal before her master.
"No need for shame. It happened because of my circumstances—you suffered on my account. If anything, I’m the one who’s ashamed."
"N-No... what are you saying?"
Truly a compassionate master. Taking the blame himself to spare his disciple’s embarrassment.
"First, suck it to loosen up a bit."
"S-S-Suck...? You mean... Master’s... th-there...?"
"Haha, of course."
"Gasp... B-But I don’t know how..."
It was true. No sexual experience at all—let alone oral.
"Don’t worry, disciple. I’ll teach you. Come closer."
"Y-Yes... y-yes."
Un Jung-seon approached Bang So-un’s cock with tense hesitation.
"Start by licking the balls."
"Ugh... alright..."
It had come. Her trembling heart wouldn’t calm. With shaky eyes, she brought her mouth to his balls and stuck out her tongue. It quivered slightly.
But then, as if resolved, she licked his balls.
Lick.
Too nervous—the first sensation barely registered.
Lick.
Only on the second did her tongue register the feel.
Hm...?
She’d braced for the musky scent of patients’ balls, but Master’s carried none of that.
Instead... some indescribably nostalgic taste.
Lick-lick.
Desperate to identify it, Un Jung-seon lapped relentlessly at Bang So-un’s balls. Then, her expression shifted in sudden realization.
This was... it.
The taste of breast milk. She couldn’t possibly remember her long-deceased mother’s milk from infancy, yet it felt exactly like that.
No—it was.
"Mmm."
Lick-lick-lick.
Enraptured by the nostalgic milk flavor, she mindlessly devoured his balls.
"Haha, tastes good, huh?"
"Y-Yes! Master! Master’s balls taste like breast milk!"
"Pffft!"
Jang Il doubled over backward, erupting in spittle-laced guffaws.
Bang So-un, meanwhile, froze in dumbfounded stupor. He shot Jang Il a glare.
"Wh-What the hell is this?"
"P-Pfft... s-sorry, Young Master... er, Master. But it’s not my fault. I just implanted the suggestion to make your cock taste really good, as requested. For her, it turned out to be... pfft... m-mother’s milk...! Puhaha!"
Jang Il barely explained between bursts of laughter. The same suggestion could evoke wildly different responses per person.
But breast milk? Puhaha!
It was like a newborn suckling its mother’s tit—more familial than sexual. The image of a cozy mother-daughter(?) scene ruined any arousal. Even his erection wilted.
"Mmm... such a nostalgic taste. Sniff... just like this."
Tears even welling in her eyes, Un Jung-seon now explored his entire cock omnidirectionally.
It would’ve been delightful oral under normal circumstances, but...
"E-Enjoy it... disciple..."
Bang So-un shook his head in utter resignation, his expression enlightened. In a flash, his mindset shifted from fucking his disciple to watching his daughter.
The fact that his "daughter" was far older was the punchline.
"Kekeke... kahahaha!"
Only Jang Il howled in delight.
And so, the world’s most awkward blowjob dragged on.
"Haa."
Bang So-un sighed deeply. His cock had deflated completely.
"...S-Sorry, Master."
Un Jung-seon bowed her head in shame. She’d realized she’d gotten lost in the milk taste, mumbling nonsense without a thought for his mood.
"No."
"..."
"Got any aphrodisiacs?"
"Huh? A-Aphrodisiacs?"
Even a wild doctor wouldn’t carry those. The odd question startled her.
"Yeah. Useful for replenishing yin energy from now on."
"Ah... r-right. But I don’t have any..."
"Can’t be helped. Make some from now on."
"Y-Yes... if it’s for Master. But I’ll need ingredients..."
"I’ll get you plenty. Especially the potent ones."
"Mm... alright..."
With her vast knowledge of herbs and poisons, plus her grasp of human physiology, crafting aphrodisiacs was simple. If it helped Master sustain himself, she’d pour her heart into it.
"Then."
"Huh?"
"Got any stamina tonics?"
Now stamina tonics too. Age must be making nights tough for him. Her eyes misted.
As his disciple, she had to help more...
"I have herbs good for vigor, but no proper tonics made up..."
Un Jung-seon twisted a lock of hair sheepishly.
"I see. Make those too—super effective ones."
"Yes, Master. I’ll work hard on them. Ah, but ingredients..."
"Don’t worry about that. I’ll handle it."
She understood his intent. Master could easily make aphrodisiacs or tonics himself. But dignity prevented it, so he’d procure materials and delegate to her.
She’d put extra effort in...
"And one more thing."
"Yes?"
"San-gong Poison that works even on super peak experts or higher."
"San-gong Poison?"
"Yeah. Essential for revenge."
"Ah."
Master thought deeply. Facing the Tang family—infested with the Poison King and countless masters—required more than ordinary means. Potent San-gong Poison would help immensely.
But...
"...Wouldn’t it be better if you made it, Master? It’d be far more effective."
Aphrodisiacs and tonics might hurt his pride, but revenge poison? No issue. Master was the Absolute Divine Doctor. She couldn’t match his level.
Something from him would be legendary...
"Ahem. Didn’t I say earlier?"
"Huh?"
"The shock left my memories incomplete."
"N-No way...?!"
Un Jung-seon’s eyes bulged.
"That’s right. I can’t even recall my medical techniques properly."
"Aah... heavens..."
She staggered, clutching her forehead. Master’s arts were the pinnacle of all time. Losing them was devastating, soul-crushing.
She knew it was his life’s greatest treasure.
Tears welled.
"Why do you cry so easily?"
"...N-No... this is worth crying over..."
"Don’t. I have fine disciples. People aren’t eternal, but medicine is—passed down forever. I trust you’ll surpass me."
Her chest swelled. His open faith in them moved her deeply.
"R-Right. Senior Brother and I will work harder..."
"Ah, sorry, junior sister. I’m actually in early dementia. See? Even knowing that, I forget—must be fading."
Jang Il scratched his head, butting in.
"Whaaat?! Dementiaaa?!"
Thud!
Fine for elderly Master, but why drag Senior Brother into this mess? It felt like boulders crushed her shoulders. Overwhelmed, her face paled.
She collapsed backward.
"Wh-What’s wrong, disciple! You’re our only hope!"
"Ughhh..."
Words failed. Vision blurred.
I-Is this qi deviation...? Without even cultivating, like getting struck by lightning...
"Kuh, qi deviation?"
Thankfully, Master diagnosed it instantly. His instincts remained sharp despite lost knowledge.
But could he treat it in that state...? No hope from demented Senior Brother either...
Ah, is this the end...? At least I saw Master one last time—happy...
"Tch, snap out of it!"
Stab!
"Kyaaahhh?!"
A sharp sting in her labia unleashed massive pleasure through her body. Master had jabbed a long needle into her labia.
Her body convulsed, arching like a bow. Blocked breath burst free.
Haa, haa. Now she could breathe.
Female Body Ravaging Acupuncture. Effective even against qi deviation...
Master truly was unparalleled. Nothing he created was wasted.
"Master, now I’m fi—"
Stab!
A long needle into her clit.
"Ogohgohgoh?!"
...Her mind fogged again.