A Body to Drive Any Man Crazy: The Wet Nurse Ok Sang-a
Jeonghu calmly sipped his tea, deciding this was enough, then opened the door and stepped out. His stride was light, a smile brimming with anticipation playing at the corners of his mouth. A girl watched his retreating back with a look of quiet pride on her face.
"Hehe."
It was Jin Somi, her forehead and cheeks smudged with charcoal, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. Jeonghu might not have known, but Somi had spent the entire time feeding the furnace and hauling fresh hot water. All so he could enjoy a warm bath whenever he arrived. If the water cooled, she could simply add more when he entered. There was no real need to go to such trouble. No one would even notice, and any other maid who saw would have called her a fool for making extra work for herself.
Yet Somi didn’t feel the least bit tired. The memory was still vivid. The warmth in the young master’s eyes when he had pressed a pouch into her hand. Inside had been a sum large enough to shock her, but the amount wasn’t what mattered. Before she had luckily secured her position as a maid in the Jinmu Pavilion, Jin Somi had been a street flower seller. Over time she had learned to read people’s true intentions—whether they bought a flower out of pity or whether their compliments hid contempt. It was a skill born from her harsh environment. One could only wonder how much a child had to watch people’s eyes to develop such intuition. It was almost tragic.
She had earned barely a few coins after selling all day, so when someone offered her the maid position—caring for just one person—she had nodded without hesitation. Opportunities like that didn’t come often. The monthly pay was a full ten silver coins. At first she had simply felt pity for the once-mighty figure she would never have dared meet eyes with before, and gratitude toward the Hwangbo Clan for hiring someone as insignificant as her. But as time passed, feeding him, bathing him, cleaning up after him, she had grown genuinely fond of Hwangbo Mujin.
Feelings that had piled up alone, unknown to him. How startled she had been when the former patriarch awakened. She had been afraid. Then, the day the young master placed that pouch in her hand, she had felt it clearly. The fearsome former patriarch was actually a good man. His face had been utterly expressionless, yet she could tell. She could also tell that the former patriarch she held in such high regard thought just as highly of her.
That was why the work didn’t feel hard. If anything, it made her even more devoted.
Oh shoot! He’s the young master now.
Heh. Jin Somi lightly tapped her own head, added more firewood, then crouched before the furnace, blowing gently to keep the embers alive. Just in case he needed more hot water later.
The bathroom was thick with hazy steam. As Jeonghu entered, his eyes found Ok Sang-a. She sat beside the tub, a white bathing cloth wrapped from her chest to her thighs, tilting a small glass bottle to add a drop or two of fragrant oil. The sweet floral scent suggested it was for the bathwater… but that wasn’t what mattered right now.
Whew… what a view.
Her crouched profile. The white cloth clinging to her lower body, outlining the lush curve of her backside. That explosive fullness. The plump, rich flesh of her thighs flowing downward. Even her moderately fleshed calves were…
Gulp.
He swallowed and walked forward. Ok Sang-a turned at the sound of footsteps, smiling with deep affection.
"Young Master, you’re here?"
"Yes… I’ve arrived. It really has been a long time since I’ve seen you wearing the bathing cloth, wet nurse."
Jeonghu smiled back. He felt rather proud of himself for steering the conversation this way by mentioning how he missed the days when his wet nurse used to bathe him.
"It’s a little… embarrassing. Ho ho. Unlike back then, I’ve put on quite a bit of weight… Please stop staring and get in the water."
"What’s wrong with looking? It’s a fine sight. Haha."
It truly was. Up close, another part drew his gaze. The generous swell of her upper breasts rising like watermelons above the cloth, and the deep, inviting valley between them. The steam gave her skin a sensual, glossy sheen.
Ok Sang-a felt his unwavering stare and grew self-conscious. Of course, it couldn’t be the gaze of a man looking at a woman. He was probably just remembering the days they bathed together as a child… But unlike then, she had gained considerable weight with age, and she felt ashamed to show him this body.
Swish. She stood as if to fetch something, turning away. She picked up a small bath bucket two steps away, turned back around…
'……!'
Ok Sang-a’s eyes widened. Jeonghu stood with his back to her as his robe slid down and pooled at his feet, revealing his body. That body…
'Ah……'
Heat flooded her face. She didn’t even notice her mouth had fallen open.
Her husband, as mentioned before, was the Outer Chief Administrator. Of the two chief administrators in the great Hwangbo Clan—one managing internal affairs and the other external—her husband held one of those exalted positions. Their household was wealthy, of course. They were harmonious and happy. There was only one regret… her husband was often away on clan business. When he did return, he would eat dinner and immediately fall asleep from exhaustion. Trips could last a week or even a month, leaving her without sight of him for long stretches.
She understood. She was part of the Hwangbo Clan herself. Had she continued working as a wet nurse, her life would have been the same.
Recently her husband had returned temporarily after a joyous event in the clan. He had stopped by briefly to share the good news—that the young master, whom his wife had missed so dearly, had ended his long seclusion. Then he had gone straight back to the clan without even coming home, departing again late that night for another trip.
Which meant… it had been over a month since Ok Sang-a last shared a bed with her husband. Her body was starved for a man.
Oh my god…
Her eyes gazing at Jeonghu’s back grew hazy and dreamy. Broad shoulders packed with thick muscle. A wide back rippling with smaller muscles. A powerful waist framed by two strong lines of his spine. Firm, masculine glutes. Thighs as sturdy as a wild stallion racing across the plains.
A man. There was a real man standing there. The most magnificent, splendid man…
Splash.
Jeonghu lifted his leg and stepped into the tub. Even then, Ok Sang-a’s gaze remained fixed on the flex of his glutes and the powerful ripple of his thighs. As a woman who knew men and who felt lonely, she could not look away.
"Whew—the water’s the perfect temperature."
At Jeonghu’s words, Ok Sang-a composed herself and approached with the bucket.
"The temperature is just right, isn’t it? Ho ho ho. Your personal maid is called Somi, right? That child kept changing the water so it wouldn’t cool. She was so sincere about it… You really have a wonderful maid by your side."
"Is that so? Hmm—it must have been troublesome. I’ll have to reward her with something special."
"Yes. Now—close your eyes."
Swish—splash. Ok Sang-a scooped water from the bucket and poured it over Jeonghu’s head. After repeating the process with great care several times, she sprinkled soap powder onto her palms, rubbed them together, and began gently scrubbing his back.
His broad back. The firm, defined muscles slid beneath her fingertips and palms, their solid texture transmitting clearly. His shoulders—massive like boulders yet flawlessly smooth…
Tingle.
A strange heat bloomed beneath Ok Sang-a’s lower belly as she washed him. Young Master. Man. Child. Male. It felt real. The body she was touching belonged to a fully grown man.
That was why… she had hesitated. She had worried that she, who knew the touch of a man, might begin seeing the young master as a man instead of a child. If that happened, how could she face him? It felt shameful to feel excitement for someone she regarded like a son, yet she could not stop her hands from tracing his body.
"Our young master has truly… grown up so well."
"You think so? By the way, your hands feel… truly wonderful, wet nurse. How long has it been?"
"Do you like it? It’s been a while since I last bathed you, so I… I enjoy it too."
The hands that had gently wrapped around his neck from behind slid down along his trapezius muscles.
"Then, could you bathe me like this from time to time in the future?"
Her hands paused at his shoulders. Then they continued down his arms.
"…S-should I? If our young master wishes it, what could I possibly refuse? Ho ho…"
"Do you mean that? May I take those words to heart?"
"Of course~ What couldn’t I do for you?"
Hearing those words, Jeonghu turned to look at her as if confirming her sincerity. Their eyes met. Recalling her earlier thoughts, Ok Sang-a felt her face burn and lowered her gaze. Jeonghu’s upper body filled her vision—his broad chest, the hill-like muscles rising on either side. A tingling heat pulsed between her legs, accompanied by a strange thirst.
"Then… I want to bathe together with you, wet nurse."
"We’re… already bathing together, aren’t we?"
"No. Like when I was a boy. Together inside the tub."
"……!"
Ok Sang-a’s eyes widened. Jeonghu didn’t actually know whether his grandson had truly bathed with her. He had simply assumed it, since wet nurses often acted as mothers. And his assumption was correct. Most wet nurses bathed together with their charges in the tub until the boys became young men. Ok Sang-a had done the same.
"Ho, ho ho… Young Master, really, how can you ask such a thing…"
Ok Sang-a tried to laugh it off.
"Why? Are you embarrassed now that I’ve grown up? My heart… is still stopped at those boyhood days when we were in the tub together. Only my body has grown. Has your heart… changed from those days, wet nurse?"
"My heart is the same as back then, but… Oh my, no matter how I think about it, this doesn’t seem right. Above all, I’ve gained so much weight since giving birth… I’m worried it would be an unsightly sight for you. Now—turn around again and I’ll finish washing you."
Unsightly? Hah! A body like yours would drive any man insane.
Jeonghu put on an innocent face and asked again. He was a predator who never released prey once it entered his territory. He was cunning. Persistent.
"I don’t mind at all. Or… do you see me as a man…?"
"…How could that be? You know very well I think of you like a son… Ho ho…"
The answer came after a brief hesitation. Jeonghu had seized his prey. He would not let it escape.
"Then it shouldn’t matter to you either, right? Come in quickly. The water is wonderfully warm."
Ok Sang-a, who had been wearing a troubled expression, could no longer refuse. Refusing now would mean admitting she saw the young master as a man…
"Sigh… Then you mustn’t think it’s ugly, all right…?"
She finally let out a sigh and answered.
"Haha! I was actually worried that since I’ve grown so tall, you might find me repulsive. Haha."
"Repulsive? Not at all. You look so handsome…"
You have no idea how your body looks to a woman, Young Master.
His bright smile only made her heart ache with pity. Because he knew nothing of men and women, he could think such things. He truly had only grown in body… his mind remained that of a child. She felt a small sense of relief. At least he wouldn’t find her ugly simply because she had aged.
Having sorted her thoughts, Ok Sang-a rose to her feet. She lifted one arm and untied the knot of the cloth beneath her armpit.
Slip.
The bathing cloth slid down along the prominent curve of her chest and pooled at her feet, revealing Ok Sang-a’s naked body.
Breasts larger than an adult’s head. Heavy with weight, they hung slightly downward, like two massive watermelons suspended from her torso. The round areolas at their tips were vivid, the dark brown nipples stiff and swollen. A softly protruding lower belly that carried the fullness of her years, yet glowed with a lustrous sheen. Wide, fertile hips and the dark forest beneath them. Thighs that looked impossibly soft yet delightfully plump.
Wet nurse Ok Sang-a possessed a body that would drive any man crazy.