Suckling from My Daughter-in-Law
In the room, someone had sunk deep into thought, and a fleeting silence hung between those who remained. Hwangbo Mujin, who had kept his eyes closed, struggled to lift his heavy eyelids. Only then did he see his son, Hwangbo Jun, standing beside him with a deeply troubled expression, brows tightly furrowed.
His ears had remained open, so he had heard every word spoken by the physician and his son. Gong Sonki, the chief physician. Just as that bastard had said, even in his old age, his once robust body had recently begun to wither away. He could feel it in his bones.
'Heh heh… So the time has come.'
Death was approaching. Hwangbo Mujin found that fact rather welcome. Before he showed his children and daughters-in-law any more shameful sights, ending this wretched and miserable life a little sooner was his final wish.
His son, Hwangbo Jun, who had no way of knowing his father's thoughts, bit his lip as if having made some firm resolution. His gaze turned toward his sister-in-law standing beside his younger brother, Hwangbo Jin. She was the one with a three-month-old baby and breasts full of breast milk….
Yeo Suhyang, who had been gently rocking the baby in her arms with a soft smile, felt her brother-in-law's stare and lifted her head. When their eyes met, Hwangbo Jun felt a faint electric current run through his body. He thought anew how beautiful she was.
Dressed in a blue silk gown, Yeo Suhyang was a remarkably elegant beauty even in her late thirties. A small face with large, elongated eyes. A straight nose and lips as small and plump as cherries. Though her delicate frame stirred protective instincts, her breasts—swollen from childbirth—stood out prominently, stirring the hearts of men.
Unlike his wife, Eon Garyeong, who was fierce and strong-willed like a female general, this was a refined and feminine beauty. Because she was in the prime of her maturity, she looked even more beautiful now than when she had first married into the family.
'Sister-in-law…'
She was far too good for his younger brother. While Hwangbo Jun was lost in thought, Yeo Suhyang, who had been patting the baby's back, grew puzzled by the intense gaze fixed upon her. The eyes of the relatives around them also gathered on her, following Hwangbo Jun's lead.
The first to recognize the meaning behind the look directed at his own wife was her husband, Hwangbo Jin.
"What… that's absurd…!"
Hwangbo Jin stepped forward as if to shield his wife and pointed accusingly at his elder brother, Hwangbo Jun. The family head met his gaze with calm, sunken eyes.
"Why is it absurd?"
"How could we possibly feed my wife's milk to Father?!"
Hwangbo Mujin, who had been lying there with a gentle expression, eyes closed as if accepting that his time had come, suddenly snapped his eyes wide open at the unexpected words. The shock was so great that his trembling eyelids momentarily froze.
'Wh-what did he just say…?'
"This is a family matter. Do you intend to let Father wither away and die? If it were my own wife producing the milk, I wouldn't have brought it up so awkwardly. Your sister-in-law would have gladly given permission! Isn't that right?"
"Well… it's to save a family member. What's the big deal about sharing some milk? Why are you making such a fuss?"
Though it was uncertain whether she could have spoken so easily had the situation been hers, Eon Garyeong's response came readily, laced with her characteristic cold sarcasm.
"Jin, shouldn't we focus on saving Father first? At a time when we're praised as the greatest clan in the world… do you not see what will happen if Father passes away? Starting with the Namgung clan that we've pushed aside, countless sects will come to tear us apart! In the long history of the Hwangbo clan, has there ever been a time when the greatest under heaven emerged from our family? This is the first! Don't you realize that we are called the greatest clan under heaven only because Father still lives?!"
Hwangbo Jun scolded his foolish younger brother. What was a little milk compared to this! Father must live! For him to become the greatest family head in history—the one who had brought the clan to unprecedented prosperity—Father had to remain alive, even if he could do nothing but breathe from his sickbed!! He would save him. By any means necessary…!
His dark inner thoughts were that saving Father was not about filial duty but for his own glory. Those unaware simply took it as profound devotion toward his father.
"Ha… How… how could this…."
Hwangbo Jin covered his face and roughly rubbed it dry. His wife, Yeo Suhyang, who had been soothing the baby, looked stunned by the sudden turn of events.
"U-uh… uwaa…."
Hwangbo Mujin, who had been lying there in anticipation of the end, felt as if a bolt from the blue had struck him. He wanted to raise a trembling finger and beg them to stop, but his body refused to obey. Only babbling sounds leaked from his mouth.
A heavy silence settled over the room. The relatives who had gathered around Hwangbo Mujin's bed had all left. Only the second daughter-in-law, Yeo Suhyang, remained, cradling the child in her arms.
It was now evening, the time when a maid would usually bring thin porridge into his room, yet the door remained firmly shut. Yeo Suhyang stood motionless in the center of the room, her face clouded with worry and distress as she gazed at her father-in-law lying on the bed.
To Hwangbo Mujin, this subtle silence felt more uncomfortable than ever.
"Uwa… uya…."
'Enough, child…'
Where in the world would a daughter-in-law ever feed her husband's father her milk? It was he who had raised his sons wrong….
Yeo Suhyang, unaware of her father-in-law's feelings, gently closed her eyes for a moment while patting the baby's back, then opened them again. Having apparently made up her mind, she carefully laid the baby, wrapped in silk cloth, down on a nearby chair.
Then Yeo Suhyang raised her delicate hands and began to untie the front of her robe.
Swish. Swish….
As the neatly fastened upper garment came undone, it parted to both sides, revealing the white cloth padding over her chest. Because she was lactating, she had layered folded white cloths in place of a simple breast cover.
She reached behind her back and pulled out the end of the tucked-in cloth. A long strip of fabric fluttered down.
— Jiggle….
Yeo Suhyang's breasts were fully exposed. Hidden beneath her modest clothing, they were so massively swollen that they seemed to sway even when still. Though slightly drooping under their own heavy weight, they maintained a full, perfectly round shape. Unlike her fair, pale skin, the large, swollen breasts were surrounded by prominent greenish-blue veins that made the entire bosom look almost erect. It gave them a lewd appearance that clashed with her elegant features, bordering on vulgar.
At the center of each breast sat a large, dark brown areola. The bumpy texture of the areola made the sacred breasts meant for feeding an infant look obscene.
And then there were the nipples at their tips.
Ah… so those are a mother's nipples….
Her once-beautiful breasts had transformed during pregnancy to make nursing easier, and the result was evident at their peaks….
The nipples stood out prominently, erect. Darkened to a deep brown from breastfeeding, they hung like ripe, luscious fruit against her white skin. Even without arousal, the tips protruded so the baby could easily latch on. At their ends, a whitish liquid beaded and dripped… drop… drop… to the floor.
Tap. Tap.
With a look of firm resolve, she took a step forward. Each time she walked toward the bed where Hwangbo Mujin lay, the enormous breasts hanging from her upper body swayed and jiggled… a sight so erotic it could make even an old man's withered member stand at full attention. Her husband, Hwangbo Jin, was truly a blessed man.
"Father-in-law…."
Yeo Suhyang approached the side of Hwangbo Mujin's bed, looked down at his face, and called out to him. Her voice carried a complicated mix of emotions.
A moment later—
— Lean….
She slowly bent her upper body forward, lowering her chest toward her father-in-law's face, which was staring at the ceiling.
"A-uh… ya…."
'Ah, no… Don't do this, child…'
A sigh of despair crossed Hwangbo Mujin's face. His second daughter-in-law's breasts gradually descended toward his mouth. They were so large they seemed to cast a massive shadow over his face.
When her nipple finally touched the edge of her father-in-law's lips, Yeo Suhyang squeezed her eyes shut. She braced one hand on the railing at the head of the bed, then used her other hand to lift her swollen right breast and guide the nipple between his slightly parted lips as if feeding him.
— Soft… squish.
His daughter-in-law's nipple pushed into his mouth. It was softer than anything yet possessed a slightly firm elasticity.
'Ah, aah… How could this…'
Though his heart was filled with misery, the liquid that had beaded at the tip of his daughter-in-law's nipple dripped steadily onto his tongue without him even needing to suck. Hwangbo Mujin's body, already tormented by hunger, reacted fiercely to the dizzying, savory flavor that seeped into his tongue.
He had absolutely tried not to suckle, but because his body was beyond his control after falling into qi deviation, his starving flesh moved against his will, as if this were the only way to survive.
His wrinkled lips instinctively tightened, wrapping around his daughter-in-law's nipple. Then, trembling, he began to suck with force.
— Slurp… Sluuuurp… Chup chup….
"Ah, ngh… Father-in-law… Hngh…."
The hand Yeo Suhyang had placed on the railing tightened. The sensation coming from the tip of her breast! It was a subtle feeling different from when the baby nursed, and it made her whole body tremble.