The Old Man's Frail Body Craves Breast Milk
Jin Somi had been assigned to this place, and after a month of performing this task regularly, she showed no hesitation in grasping his manhood. Hwangbo Mujin felt a twinge of embarrassment at having his cock held by such a young girl, but he had grown somewhat accustomed to it. The shame was far less intense than before.
Swish. Squish, squish…
The girl’s small, delicate hand gently stroked up and down his erect shaft inside the bathtub. The water’s surface rippled softly, sending flower petals drifting in every direction. To any outside observer, the motion would have been unmistakable—something was clearly being shaken beneath the water. The waves lapped against the tub’s edge, and through the gaps where petals had scattered, the clear liquid revealed everything happening below.
Her endlessly soft, small, and beautiful hand gripped the middle of the old man’s dark brown, vein-bulging pillar and worked it with practiced strokes.
Tap, tap, tap. Swish, squish… Splash, splash, splash—
Every time the girl moved her hand, her own breasts, which protruded above the waterline, jiggled in a lewd rhythm. Those pale mounds looked so fresh and youthful that they seemed bursting with elasticity, as if they would spring back at the slightest touch.
“Ugh… uhh……”
Hwangbo Mujin didn’t want to react so pathetically, yet his body trembled helplessly under the girl’s touch. Because it was submerged in water, her palm clung to his shaft like a living creature, wrapping tightly around it. For the old man, the sensation was overwhelmingly stimulating.
The only saving grace was that this was a bath—no one else was watching.
“Hup! There… Does this feel good, sir? Somi studied hard after borrowing some spring pictures from Sister Miran.”
Miran. From his memory, that was the name of his second daughter-in-law’s maidservant. So even young girls look at erotic pictures these days. Heh heh…
“Ugh… uwaaah……!”
A sudden shiver ran through his lower body. The girl was now rubbing the mushroom-shaped glans with her thumb. Her small, soft thumb pressed firmly against the sensitive head, circling it slowly. Sometimes she pressed down on the swollen tip, other times she rubbed it side to side. This was a technique she had never shown before. Just how powerful were those spring pictures?
“Uhh… uhh……”
Hwangbo Mujin’s body shook with tiny tremors. His lower abdomen tightened sharply, as if something was about to burst forth. From previous experiences, the girl seemed to recognize that this was the sign he was nearing climax.
Grab. Squish, squish, squelch, squelch, squelch……!
She held the middle of his shaft with one hand while forming a tight ring with her index finger and thumb on the other, rapidly stroking just the glans up and down. Concentrating hard, her toes curled cutely upward as she sat with her legs spread.
The old man could hold back no longer. He didn’t need to. This act would only end once he ejaculated, so he simply wished for it to be over quickly.
Splurt…!
Gurgle, gush, spurt……
His rigidly erect cock twitched violently as it began spewing thick, cloudy fluid. The semen, tadpole-shaped with rounded heads and thin tails, erupted in heavy spurts and floated to the surface of the bathwater.
“My former patriarch— Did it feel good today too? Staying in the water too long isn’t good for your health, so shall we wash up and get out now?”
The girl looked at Hwangbo Mujin with a flushed face and a bright smile. But something was strange. Although he was the one who had just climaxed, a small amount of milky fluid was also leaking from between the girl’s spread thighs, faintly staining the pink fabric of her undergarments.
Looking closer, the centers of both pads covering her fresh young breasts were noticeably protruding. The old man’s trembling eyes narrowed. Those stiff, jutting points were unmistakably her nipples.
Heh heh. Heh heh heh……
Could it be that even this young girl had become aroused? By stroking the cock of this wretched, worthless old body? How interesting.
A faint smile crept across the old man’s wrinkled lips. Seeing that something like this could make him feel good proved that no matter how old a man gets, he remains a man.
A short while later, the girl lifted the old man’s body from the tub. She held him awkwardly while scooping water from a nearby basin to rinse both him and herself. After carefully drying his body with silk cloth and dressing him, she did the same for herself. Then, grunting with effort, she carried him back to his room.
As the sun set and faint darkness began to settle over the early evening, the entire family had gathered at Mujingak, where the former Tyrant was recuperating. There was the newly appointed family head, his eldest son Hwangbo Jun, and his wife Eon Garyeong. Their eldest daughter Hwangbo Yerin and youngest daughter Hwangbo Ji sat beside them. On the opposite side were his second son Hwangbo Jin and his wife Yeo Suhyang, who held a tiny baby wrapped in silk cloth in her arms. Finally, standing in the back with both hands clasped was the clan’s chief physician, Gong Sonki.
“Elder brother… congratulations on becoming the family head.”
The second son, Hwangbo Jin, offered his congratulations with some difficulty. He had stayed shut inside his room throughout the inauguration ceremony earlier that day, refusing to step out even once. However, he could not avoid this moment—when his brother formally announced his new position to their bedridden father.
“Hahaha! What’s this? Now that I’m the family head, it seems the word ‘elder brother’ doesn’t come as easily as before. But in private, you may call me comfortably. We are brothers, aren’t we? Hahaha!”
“…Yes. I will do so, elder brother……”
With a wide, exaggerated smile, Hwangbo Jun patted his younger brother’s shoulder a couple of times before turning to look at their father lying on the bed.
“Father! Your son Hwangbo Jun has now officially taken on the role of head of the great Hwangbo Clan. I will greatly revive our family in line with your illustrious reputation, so please do not worry and focus solely on your recovery.”
“Uhh… uwaaah……”
Hwangbo Mujin strained his unresponsive body and barely managed to nod his trembling head up and down. Interpreting the small gesture as acknowledgment of himself—something the old man had always scolded him for lacking—Hwangbo Jun’s lips curled into a proud, hearty laugh.
“Congratulations.”
“Congratulations, Father!”
“Our dad is the best—!”
“Congratulations, brother-in-law.”
Hwangbo Jun could not hide his joy as he received congratulations from his family, nodding repeatedly. Hwangbo Mujin watched with great effort, seeing none of the dignity or solemnity one should possess as the head of the Hwangbo Clan. Once again, he felt the inadequacy of his son. It was regrettable that he had failed to properly instill the right mindset in him as the future patriarch, but that was now beyond his reach.
Hwangbo Jun, who had turned to his father with a brightly colored face, suddenly furrowed his brow.
“By the way… Physician Gong?”
“Yes, my lord.”
At the soft call, Gong Sonki approached with quick, small steps and stood beside him.
“Doesn’t my father look even thinner than before? What do you think?”
“That is… the former patriarch can currently only consume thin gruel. It appears the problem stems from his inability to properly absorb the nutrients his body requires… Given that his body is already greatly weakened by old age, even if we provide various excellent ingredients, his deteriorated organs seem unable to accept the nourishment properly.”
“Then what should we do?”
“In his current state, where he can only eat watery porridge, there is no clear solution… It would be good if we could somehow obtain breast milk……”
Gong Sonki shook his head slightly as he answered. A patient growing thinner was the result of failing to absorb proper nutrients evenly. There was no other way.
The family head, Hwangbo Jun, tilted his head slightly.
“What do you mean when you say breast milk is needed?”
“Yes. Breast milk contains a perfect balance of all the various nutrients a person requires… Especially for an elderly person whose organs have weakened and cannot properly absorb nutrients from food, breast milk is practically the optimal restorative food. This is why newborn babies grow remarkably healthy and gain weight by consuming only breast milk.”
After listening to the physician, Hwangbo Jun stroked his chin with one hand.
‘Hmm… What should I do about this……’
Breast milk. Of course it could be obtained. If he mobilized the warriors of the clan to search, he could find as many nursing mothers as needed—ten, a hundred, it didn’t matter. But feeding it to his own father was an entirely different matter.
If he brought in a woman, paid her generously, and had her nurse his elderly father, no matter how much he tried to keep it secret, such a scandalous story would inevitably leak out someday. The Hwangbo Clan feeds an old man breast milk. Even if people didn’t know the woman was nursing Hwangbo Mujin himself, the moment such rumors spread, there would be no greater humiliation. Especially now, when their clan’s reputation was higher than ever. With everyone’s eyes focused on them, such rumors would be no different from total ruin.
Calling a woman separately just to collect her milk… well, that was also problematic.
In truth, family head Hwangbo Jun felt no familial affection toward his father. Because his mother had passed away early, he had grown up without ever learning the warmth of parent-child bonds—and much of that was his father’s fault. The father who should have taught his children about family love in place of their mother had only taught them the path of domination and tyranny.
Dominance. Dominance. That damned path of dominance! Was it truly necessary to treat even his own children that way?
His father had been so strict and terrifying that it was hard to believe they shared the same blood. To his children, he had been nothing more than a cold-blooded, iron-hearted patriarch without a drop of paternal love or tears.
Anyway.
While he could hide the fact that his father was recuperating by claiming it was seclusion, he could not hide the fact of his death. Since it was the funeral of the greatest man under heaven, if word got out that only the immediate family had held a small, private ceremony, they would not escape public criticism. Even if they endured that and kept it small, with all the direct, cousin, and collateral elders gathering… rumors that the great elder of the Hwangbo Clan had passed away would be unavoidable. And following that would inevitably come suspicions: that it was actually the retired Tyrant, that the Tyrant had suffered irreparable damage from the Blood Demon and gone into hiding, and so on.
‘Father……’
Hwangbo Jun gazed at Hwangbo Mujin, who lay quietly trembling. His father had to live for a long time. So that their clan—now called the greatest under heaven—could soar greatly by riding on his father’s reputation. At the very least, until he could firmly control all the elders and stabilize the clan……
He must remain alive.
‘Until then, you absolutely cannot pass away, Father. I will make sure of it. No matter what means I must use……’