Chapter 1 — The Physician's Cure for the Prime Minister's Wife

"How is she?"

"Hmm. A severe case of stroke indeed."

"Tell me—can you cure her?"

Before the diagnosis had even concluded, Uuijeong Daniel Seong, the High State Councillor, anxiously pressed Thomas Heo for answers, desperate to know his wife's condition.

Sarah Jeonggyeong lay motionless on the bed, her mouth grotesquely twisted to one side, limbs contorted and paralyzed by the stroke's cruel grip. Yet even in illness, her beauty remained noble and refined.

"Severe stroke typically takes no less than three months to heal, my lord. Many suffer until death, deemed incurable. But I possess a secret method—one that can overcome this illness. However, I must ask for your full permission."

"A secret method? Ha! Then by all means, proceed at once!"

Relief flooded Daniel Seong's face at the mention of a cure. But Thomas Heo continued cautiously.

"Then I must have complete control. Grant me just one day—no one must enter this main chamber. Not a soul. Will you allow it, Your Excellency?"

"One day? To cure a stroke in a single day? I find it hard to believe. But I will trust you. However, if my wife worsens even slightly, your life will not be spared."

The threat from such a powerful noble hung heavily in the air, but Thomas Heo did not flinch. His calm, unwavering demeanor inspired trust. After a long pause, Daniel Seong entrusted him fully and left the room.

Now, only Thomas Heo and the middle-aged Sarah Jeonggyeong remained.

Sent in place of his master to Changnyeong, Thomas Heo now faced a dire situation—Sarah Jeonggyeong's stroke was grave. Recovery by chance would be a miracle, but conventional medicine and herbal decoctions were as futile as plucking stars from the sky.

Yet Thomas Heo had faith. Since meeting the eccentric sage Eric An, he had rapidly awakened to the field of intimate healing art—a discipline where healing flowed through the body's deepest desires.

He had not revealed this method to the Prime Minister. The nobleman would never accept it—and worse, if discovered, Thomas Heo's life would be forfeit.

Moreover, Daniel Seong, aged and weakened in vitality, could never endure a full day of such treatment. It had to be Thomas Heo himself.

First, Thomas Heo carefully brewed the medicinal broth he had prepared. Anyone who drank it would feel their body burn with sudden, intense arousal.

Placing the steaming decoction aside, he turned to Sarah Jeonggyeong.

"Madam Jeonggyeong! I will now administer acupuncture."

"......"

Her twisted mouth rendered speech impossible, but she managed a weak nod.

Even as she lay paralyzed, her body trembled violently.

Thomas Heo's hand reached for the knot of her robe. Her eyes widened—did acupuncture require baring her skin?

He lifted her jacket and lowered her skirt to her waist, revealing her pale, mature breasts—still firm, untouched by nursing.

To insert the needle, Thomas Heo gripped one taut breast and plunged the needle deep into the center of her flushed nipple.

A thin, trembling white needle stood out beautifully against her pale flesh.

"Uh... b-b-b..."

Immediately after, his hand moved to lift her skirt.

She had not worn undergarments—difficult to manage with her condition, and with maidservants assisting her with waste, such garments were impractical.

When she felt his hand slip beneath her skirt, Sarah Jeonggyeong tried to protest, but her body refused to obey.

"Crinkle... slither..."

The soft friction of fabric against skin produced a lewd sound.

Her smooth calves came into view—pale from prolonged bed rest.

Thomas Heo lifted the skirt higher, revealing thighs so supple and shapely they defied belief for a woman of her age.

The bare skin of her inner thighs now exposed, her sex nearly visible.

Just a little more, and the Prime Minister's wife would be fully unveiled before him.

But as Thomas Heo's hand brushed against warm, damp heat beneath the fabric, he froze.

"Hmm..."

He struggled to calm his racing heart. Yet no matter how many times he whispered stay composed in his mind, his excitement refused to subside.

Thomas Heo had touched many women—Dahui, Yejin, the soft, tender bodies of youth. But this overwhelming sensation—what was it?

He felt the mature, ripe flesh of a woman near his own mother's age.

It felt like embracing his mother—guilt mingled with arousal, making his desire burn even hotter.

He inserted needles into four key acupoints—each one known to ignite lust.

Then, after smoothing her clothes, he poured the aphrodisiac broth between her lips.

She swallowed it without knowing what it was, her throat convulsing as she forced it down.

Soon, the combination of the aphrodisiac and the lust-awakening acupuncture would drive the dignified Sarah Jeonggyeong into a frenzy of desire.

And within this main chamber, the only man present was Thomas Heo.

She could not walk, let alone run to her husband.

A body consumed by lust would take any man—her reason gone, her need blind.

"Uh... uh... me... me..."

A quarter of an hour passed. The beautiful woman's face flushed deep red. She opened her mouth repeatedly, trying to speak, but her twisted lips could not form words.

Thomas Heo sat in a corner, knees folded, head bowed—pretending to sleep.

His erect penis throbbed painfully, desperate to plunge into a woman's warmth.

He clenched his teeth, suppressing the urge, feigning unconsciousness.

Yet Sarah Jeonggyeong, with immense willpower, dragged her paralyzed body toward him.

He felt her approaching, crawling, yet he maintained his act.

After all, examining her body could be justified as treatment—but initiating contact would be undeniable violation.

Unless, of course, she came to him first.

The image of her execution—her head severed—haunted him. Yet the vision of her aroused, naked body burned even brighter in his mind.

"Uh... me... me..."

Her speech improved—her mouth slowly returning to normal.

Her movements, once stiff, now flowed more naturally.

Thomas Heo cracked one eye open.

She was untying her jacket and skirt right before his face.

Could someone with stroke move so freely? In that moment, Thomas Heo realized the true power of sex.

Until now, he had seen sexuality merely as a nightly marital duty.

But now, he understood—he had been wrong.

Here, raw desire was driving out the paralysis of stroke.

The craving for sex was as primal and vital as the will to live.

"Uh... me... help... me..."

Her mature, full breasts swayed before him, heavy with arousal.

And as she crawled forward, her round, moon-like buttocks pulsed invitingly before his eyes.

The thirst became unbearable. He dropped his pretense and looked at her.

She must see him as nothing more than a beast with a cock, he thought.

Suddenly, she lunged at his lower body—her movements swift, impossible for a stroke victim.

"Ahnn... huff... huff... good... ah... faster..."

"I can't hold back either. Damn it!"

She seized his raging erection, drooling like a starving woman who'd found food.

He saw now—her mouth had fully recovered, her plump lips parting as moans escaped.

Thomas Heo brushed her hands aside and quickly stripped off his clothes.

She gazed at his strong, naked male form with dazed eyes.

Soon, the man and woman rolled together, bare and primal.

"Hah! Madam..."

"Ahmm... slurp... slurp..."

"Uhh... good... your tongue..."

So intense was her lust that the noblewoman, for the first time in her life, took a man's penis into her mouth.

Lady Lee of a prestigious family had always been proper—yet now, she was more wanton than any courtesan.

Thomas Heo, lost in the pleasure of her lips and tongue, forgot to caress her for a time.

Her soft tongue gently licked beneath the glans—so intense he felt he would cum instantly.

His toes curled.

"Ah... stop... madam... I'm going to come..."

"Ahnn... slurp... slurp..."

They pleasured each other in turn.

The mature woman's dark, crimson sex glistened before him. He licked it slowly.

The taste of her arousal was slightly bitter—but pleasant.

Soon, his skilled tongue teased her clitoris, circling her entrance before plunging deep inside.

Her naked body writhed like a mollusk, twisting uncontrollably.

She stopped caressing his firm muscles—but did not stop sucking his cock.

He thrust his hips back and forth, her mouth becoming a wet passage.

Occasionally, her teeth scraped him, causing pain—but the pleasure soared beyond it.

Who could believe it? The Prime Minister's wife, taken so brazenly, so secretly, in her own bedchamber!

Thick semen began to rise from the base of his soaked cock.

"Hah... ugh..."

"Ahmm... gulp... gulp..."

She swallowed every drop of his forcefully ejaculated semen—seven times in total.

Yet after climax, Thomas Heo felt not relief, but emptiness. He pulled her close, desperate to fill the void.

"Ah... I'm going mad. body's on fire... huff... hah..."

"Madam, let me hold you."

Another storm erupted in the room. Thomas Heo had to sweat even harder to satisfy her.

And she would not let him rest.

She forced her engorged nipples into his mouth, then spread her buttocks wide, shoving her crotch into his face.

He caressed her armpits—then soon, inhaled deeply from the musky, damp hollow beneath.

Soft flesh and hair pressed into his mouth, then retreated with the flick of his tongue.

"Madam..."

"Mmm... suck..."

His lips, trailing down her neck, finally captured hers—drenched in saliva.

A deep, passionate kiss followed.

After a long exchange of tongues, she spread her legs wide without hesitation.

Her honey-drenched valley lay bare, waiting for him.

"Ah~... ahnn... this feeling... so good..."

"Madam... your body is incredibly hot..."

Then, Thomas Heo's thick cock plunged into the parted folds of Sarah Jeonggyeong.

It tore through from her entrance all the way to the mouth of her womb.

Even for a mature woman, full penetration was painful.

Her husband's penis had been thin and insignificant—Thomas Heo's cock was so massive it nearly made her faint upon entry.

"Phew... squish... squish... thud... thud..."

"Ahnn... hnn... darling... ah... good..."

"Madam... ugh... is a middle-aged woman's pussy truly like this?"

He thrust in and out, trembling as if electrified by the tight, slippery grip of her vagina.

She wrapped her legs around him, rocking wildly.

There was only one purpose in this space, this moment.

A time when material desires vanished.

Only the hole and the object filling it remained—aligned in the harmony of yin and yang.

"Ah~... I'm coming... ahnn... ahh!"

"Hah... hah... thrust... thrust..."

She convulsed violently—then collapsed into soft, languid curves.

But Thomas Heo, though he had climaxed once, did not reach final release—his cock still throbbing, desperate for more.

For nearly five minutes, they made love. Then, finally, the moment came.

He poured another heavy load of semen deep into the Prime Minister's wife.

"Ugh... ahhhh... huff!"

"Are you finished, Physician?"

Suddenly, Sarah Jeonggyeong's clear, refined voice rang out—her lust now gone.

Thomas Heo, barely savoring the afterglow, quickly pulled away from her body.

Her once-dazed eyes now sparkled with clarity, gazing at him with pure, lucid light.

The fire of desire had extinguished.

Tears welled in her eyes. Yet she chose to leave him there, panting over her naked form.

She felt no anger—never had.

Even if manipulated, even if tricked into sex with another man—had she not experienced paradise?

That was enough.

But Thomas Heo, who had calculated her lust to last only one day, now felt uneasy.

"Please kill me. I have defiled Madam Jeonggyeong's chastity."

"No. Physician, you embraced this old body of mine. I am only grateful."

Thomas Heo knelt before her, begging for forgiveness.

If this were discovered, not only he—but his mother and Dahui—would be in danger.

Yet Sarah Jeonggyeong smiled gently, comforted him, and softly embraced him.

"Ah... thank you, Madam!"

"And you've cured my stroke so completely. It is I who owe you a debt. I am deeply grateful."

Thomas Heo felt love for her that transcended age.

Though her body had aged, her heart was so kind, so pure.

He leaned into her embrace—then their bare bodies met once more.

"Physician! You're excited again, aren't you? giggle"

"All because of you, Madam."

She felt his hard cock press against her lower abdomen and replied in a sweet, melodic tone.

He answered with playful banter, gazing into her eyes—now bright with renewed desire.

It was a silent question: May we join again?

The noblewoman nodded eagerly.

Holding onto the dressing table, she presented her buttocks in the doggy style position.

Her anus, patterned like a chrysanthemum, and her vulva, shaped like a rooster's comb, glistened wetly.

Thomas Heo stroked her thighs—then found her new opening.

Lubricated by their shared fluids, it seemed ready.

"Hah! There?"

"No—stop! I've never... not there!"

"Madam, grant me your mark. Give me your virgin passage."

"I want to... but... ahnn... I can't!"

"Then I shall take it as consent. Damn it!"

"Ahhhh... ahh!"

The chrysanthemum bloomed as his massive cock invaded.

She felt her tender flesh tear—but endured.

Soon, a strange excitement replaced the pain.

Then, Thomas Heo inserted two fingers into her other entrance—and began thrusting in unison.

Before long, even her lingering pain vanished—replaced by a storm of ecstasy.

"Hem! Heo Physician! Are we nearly done?"

Thomas Heo, lost in the pleasure of thrusting into her anus, jerked in shock.

Daniel Seong's voice had suddenly echoed from outside.

Sarah Jeonggyeong turned ashen—so terrified that Thomas Heo's cock, just as he tried to pull out, was clamped tight inside her.

And in that moment of panic and arousal, he came—ejaculating deep into her rectum.

"Heo Physician! Why no answer?"

"Almost... done."

"Very well. Forgive my impatience. I shall wait outside."

Thomas Heo cleared his throat and replied as calmly as he could.

The Prime Minister, unaware of what truly transpired, turned and left.

And so, the lovers' rapture continued.

For Sarah Jeonggyeong, it was a day of dreamlike happiness.

"Hahaha! Truly, Physician Heo, you are a miracle worker! To cure a stroke in a single day..."

"You flatter me, Your Excellency. A miracle worker? No."

"Hahaha! Here—this is a gift. And my thanks. Not only has my wife recovered from her stroke, but her complexion has improved. All thanks to you, Physician."

Daniel Seong handed Thomas Heo a letter of recommendation along with a generous gift.

Thomas Heo's face burned—as if the gift were payment for a night of passion.

Yet he did not foresee the consequence: his master, Yu Ui-tae, would soon expel him in disgrace.