The Matriarch's Reward and Hwangbo Mujin's Transformation
"Who is it?"
Eon Garyeong looked down at Gang Insan as he bowed his head before her, her voice sinking into a chillingly cold tone.
"It is the second madam, Yeo Suhyang."
At the unexpected answer, the woman's brows twitched, showing a momentary stiffness.
"Is it what I think it is?"
"The family head entered Moranjeong during the hour of the boar and emerged during the hour of the rat. And… this subordinate heard lewd moans leaking from inside in the interim."
Eon Garyeong's brows furrowed deeply. A savage aura radiated from her like a venomous tigress ready to strike.
'This bastard… he finally went and did it…'
To think he would ignore her—a woman who had endured two months of lonely nights despite having a perfectly healthy husband—and instead go after another woman, his own brother's wife? And on the very day his younger brother departed for the Murim Alliance, no less…?
It was as if he had sent his brother away precisely so he could do this.
Extreme disgust and betrayal surged within her. A vicious expression settled over Eon Garyeong's face—one that would make her already avoidant husband flinch and stumble backward in fear if he saw it.
"So… that is truly what he did… Hehe. He has no shame waving that thing at anyone who crosses his path. A dog in heat would be more dignified. To think I called a creature like that my husband…"
"……."
Cold sweat trickled down Gang Insan's face as he remained prostrated. Knowing the matriarch's temperament as well as he did, that laugh sounded anything but ordinary.
He briefly wondered if he should have kept the part about the moans to himself, but he wanted to hide nothing from her. He wished to grant her every desire, even if it cost him his life.
'Because it is what the woman I adore wishes…'
Gang Insan had secretly yearned for Eon Garyeong, the woman he had served faithfully for so long. He loved everything about her—the cool dignity that flowed from her bearing, the face that held more nobility than any other woman, the beautiful body that should not be touched even by accident, and even the gaze that looked down on him as something insignificant… To him, they were all a fatal, inescapable charm.
"Yes, hehe. It was worth sending you after all. Let me see… I suppose I should give you a reward?"
"No, Matriarch! A reward? I am no different from your lowly servant… Please, order me to do anything you wish."
Eon Garyeong gazed down at the prostrated Gang Insan with icy eyes. Ever since her sexual appetite had grown stronger with age, she had relieved her burning body or pent-up rage through masturbation. But today, she could not bring herself to do so. Now that she knew her repulsive husband had committed adultery with her sister-in-law, pleasuring herself alone would only leave her feeling pathetic rather than satisfied.
She sat on the edge of the bed behind her and spoke with heavy meaning.
"Anything… as long as I order it. Anything at all… Yes, then I must give you a reward that suits the occasion."
With a face both stern and seductively alluring, Eon Garyeong spread her legs apart. It was only a single step away. If the bowing guard lifted his head, he would find himself staring directly between the thighs of the middle-aged woman—straight at the secret place that only her husband was permitted to see.
"Raise your head."
"Yes, Matri… arch."
As Gang Insan lifted his head, his body suddenly froze. Violent turbulence surged through his clear, loyal eyes.
Between the widely spread legs, the place he had only ever dreamed of—the Matriarch's most intimate spot—was revealed in raw, naked detail.
Proof that it had known childbirth and countless unions with her husband, the labia spread to either side were a deep brown bordering on black. The entire vulva, a rich dark crimson, was already soaked and glistening with obscene wetness.
And at its center, the entrance. The cave that had only ever accepted a single man exuded an outward appearance of lofty dignity that would yield to no one—yet its opening gaped wide, as if welcoming anyone at all…
'Ah… Aah…'
The woman he regarded as the most noble of all had hidden such lewdness deep within her flesh, contrary to her elegant exterior.
Gulp.
Saliva pooled in his mouth, yet paradoxically he felt an unbearable thirst. A carnal thirst that could never be quenched by simply swallowing!
Gang Insan's eyes grew bloodshot. He refused to blink even once, unwilling to miss the slightest detail of that glistening place. He was not even aware he was doing so.
While that spot glistened wetly, Eon Garyeong's face—as she held her legs spread directly before the man's eyes—remained utterly expressionless.
She watched the man seated before her spread thighs. He was breathing roughly, as if he might pounce at any moment, yet he remained perfectly still like a loyal dog awaiting orders. His Adam's apple bobbed heavily as he swallowed the saliva filling his mouth. At last, she bestowed her reward.
"Suck it."
The moment the awaited command fell, the man crawled forward on his knees between her spread legs.
Swish.
With trembling hands, Gang Insan gripped the matriarch's thighs and buried his face between them without hesitation. The thought that such a chance might never come again filled him with desperate urgency.
Slurp, slurp… Chup…! Chuuup, chuuup! Chuuuurp, chuuup!!
He devoured his mistress's most noble yet most lewd-looking pussy like a starving beast.
Smack, smack, chuuup, smack smack smack…! Lick, lick, lick—slurp, slurp, slurp—
He tilted his head this way and that, licking and sucking every inch without missing a single spot. He even bit and sucked at the cock's-comb-like labia, growing dizzy from the sharp, stimulating flavor that seeped from between the folds.
Moving his head ceaselessly, Gang Insan made a vow. If he could taste this again, he would do anything. Anything…!
Eon Garyeong looked down at the guard as he spread her legs and greedily sucked at the secret place no one but her husband had ever touched, all while making vulgar wet noises. The hotter the heat rising from her lower body grew, the colder her eyes became.
Clack…
Someone opened the firmly shut door and stepped inside. Darkness had settled over Mujingak. No one could enter this forbidden place at will—especially not at this late hour while the Overlord Hwangbo Mujin slept…
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Yet the footsteps of the person who had barged into Hwangbo Mujin's bedchamber were bold and unhesitating.
Sizzle.
He lit the lantern standing beside the bed. The darkness in the room gently receded, revealing the figure of Hwangbo Mujin lying upon it.
"Father…"
Indeed. It was Hwangbo Jun, Hwangbo Mujin's eldest son and the current family head. He had been the one to designate this place as forbidden in the first place. Now that he stood in the supreme position where he needed no one's permission to go anywhere, he entered even his sleeping father's room without the slightest hesitation.
Hwangbo Jun gazed down at his father with unreadable eyes. It seemed the order to feed him his sister-in-law's milk had been effective; flesh was slowly returning to the once-gaunt body.
'…Heh. Now that I've tasted it myself, I understand.'
How could anyone fail to grow healthier after sucking on his sister-in-law's sweet, delicious milk? It even filled him with such vigor…
The grand elder had been wrong. His sister-in-law's breast milk was not merely a tonic for the old man—it was the finest restorative for himself as his own strength waned.
Just thinking about visiting her again tomorrow made his previously listless member twitch and stir. A chuckle escaped him.
"Kuk… Father. Of all the times to collapse, you chose to do it after becoming the greatest under heaven… I must thank you for that."
The corner of Hwangbo Mujin's closed eye twitched faintly, but Hwangbo Jun paid it no mind. He sat in the chair beside the bed and took hold of his father's wrinkled hand.
"Do you know how much I resented you after first seeing my sister-in-law at my brother's wedding? She was exactly the kind of woman I had always wanted. Yet you saddled me with a woman full of arrogance and self-satisfaction, while giving my inadequate little brother someone so pure, beautiful, and virtuous… Hahaha. Though I'm only saying this now, it truly made my blood boil."
Hwangbo Jun gripped his father's powerless hand tightly.
"Hwangbo Jin. That bastard didn't deserve her. She was the woman who should have been mine."
"But… it's fine now. Do you know where I was just before coming here? With my sister-in-law. In the very room of the woman you gave to my brother instead of me. Khehehe! She was even better than I expected… She's practically mine now. Wouldn't it be quite the spectacle if my sister-in-law were to become pregnant while that fool is away at the Murim Alliance?"
At that moment, Hwangbo Mujin's eyelids trembled and slowly lifted with great effort. His eyes were hazy and unfocused, seeing nothing.
Seeing his father awake, Hwangbo Jun loosened the tight grip of his hand.
"Oh dear, Father, you've woken up? Did I disturb your sleep…? Well, what does it matter? You can simply go back to sleep, haha. After all, there's nothing left for you but to eat and sleep now, is there?"
"Ugh… ya… yaeuhya……."
His father's incoherent mumbling. Since he was no longer in his right mind, there was no need to decipher its meaning. It was surely meaningless babble.
Hwangbo Jun could not recall ever having held his father's hand before. It was so small… so unsightly. Even its warmth was faint.
He placed his other hand over the wrinkled back of it—an unconscious action born from the realization that he now stood above his father.
"Live on, Father. Live a long, long time. It feels as though I have never once benefited from you in my entire life. Yet thanks to you, our family's—no, my—position has become truly lofty. I… have no intention of letting go of any of the things I have seized. The position of family head, everything you once possessed… even my brother's wife. All of it is mine now."
Having finally spoken all the words he had kept buried inside, Hwangbo Jun rose from his seat. He looked down at his father one final time.
"Therefore… just keep breathing. Do not rise. Simply remain alive and draw breath. For a very, very long time… Hahaha!"
He extinguished the lantern and left the room.
Clack.
With the sound of the door closing, silence and darkness once again descended upon the chamber.
Strangely, a spine-chilling red glow flickered in the eyes of Hwangbo Mujin as he stared at the ceiling. The darkness only made it stand out more clearly. It was blood qi. Undeniably blood qi.
Right now, uncontrollable thoughts were raging through Hwangbo Mujin's mind.
'I will take it all back. You said you never benefited from me? Heh heh heh. Everything you possess originated from me. Therefore I shall take it all back. Without me, could a wretch like you ever have married a daughter of the Jinju Eon clan? Heh heh. Yes, that too is thanks to me, so I will claim it. You said the second daughter-in-law is yours now? No. No! Since everything began with me, that child belongs to me as well!!'
This was unlike the usual Hwangbo Mujin, who would have blamed everything on himself and fallen into belated regret. For some reason, his inner state had grown ominous.
Did it make any sense to claim the eldest daughter-in-law simply because he had arranged her marriage? Moreover, even if his eldest son had forcibly taken his brother's wife, to declare that even the second daughter-in-law was his simply because he called her his own—was that something a sane mind could conceive?
Hwangbo Mujin was entertaining dangerous thoughts he would never have considered before, yet he himself remained unaware of this change.
The single strand of blood qi that had burrowed into his shaken mind after being mocked by his youngest granddaughter, Hwangbo Ji, was relentlessly tearing apart his upright spirit and transforming him into a madman.
Hwangbo Mujin barely maintained his sanity as he resisted the blood qi that sought to devour not only his body but his mind as well. Originally, he should have been able to keep his senses until the death he longed for finally arrived… but the very people he had considered family were instead shoving him off the edge of a cliff.
Upon the dark bed, the two crimson lights floating in his eyes gradually burned with a deeper, blood-red glow, flickering ominously.