Struggle Chapter 111

Unlike Nanyoung, who wasn’t allowed to set foot in the courtyard without a padded coat, Taerok had come out wearing nothing but trousers and a cheollik over his bare body. Startled, Nanyoung rushed over and grabbed hold of him.

“What are you doing out here like this when it’s snowing!”

“Someone stole my shoes.”

Taerok spoke in a stiff tone.

Only then did Nanyoung realize he had come out wearing Taerok’s shoes.

“Ah….”

“You must be cold too.”

Taerok seized Nanyoung’s arm and lifted him up in one swift motion. The snow dangling from the shoes fell away as Taerok knocked them off with his knee. And just like that, Nanyoung was pulled right back into the room. It had all happened in an instant, leaving Nanyoung dumbfounded.

“You said we aren’t beasts, so we can’t go about half-naked, yet here you are sneaking out like a thief.”

“…Thieves sneak in, not sneak out.”

“You’re so good at answering back promptly, so I’m sure you’ll give me a detailed account of what you were doing out there.”

Taerok was generous with animals. Nanyoung had heard him say several times, while looking at his own horses, that beasts were better than people. So surely he wouldn’t make a huge fuss just because a puppy had been brought in.

But then again, who could know for sure. This wasn’t just some deputy minister’s house; it was the residence of a Grand Prince. The servants, who had long lived cozily among themselves, hadn’t fully grasped what it meant to serve someone as high-ranking as a Grand Prince, and had brought in a puppy as they always did. Nanyoung found it difficult to speak carelessly, fearing it might cause serious trouble.

“Shall I call them in one by one and ask? It would take a long time, and it wouldn’t sit well with my dear nephew who has to watch, would it?”

“…”

Nanyoung knew Taerok’s cruel disposition. He had seen with his own eyes how Taerok had unhesitatingly seized and bound those who had been scheming with him. Rather than subjecting them to needless interrogation, it seemed better to receive a light scolding for secretly bringing in the puppy. Nanyoung confessed immediately.

“There was a puppy, so I went to see it for a moment!”

Instead, he revised his strategy and came out brazen and shameless. It was one of the tactics from the military strategy books he occasionally read. Like the strategist who had dressed straw dummies in armor to deceive the enemy into thinking they were a great army when their forces were woefully insufficient, Nanyoung adopted an attitude of, ‘What exactly did I do wrong?’

“It was so cute, I just couldn’t leave it there.”

“So you think you did well?”

“Look, sir, you’ve been so intimidating that I couldn’t ask for permission first, could I? I really like animals too. I didn’t even step beyond the main gate, and if you’re going to reproach me this much just for playing inside the courtyard, then I’ll have no choice but to keep making secrets from now on.”

At this moment, Taerok had to deliberate whether to admire his nephew’s cleverness or to get angry at the impudence of his young lover openly declaring he would create secrets. That split second of deliberation bought time, and Nanyoung quickly racked his brain and made Taerok touch his hands.

“My hands are cold….”

There are so many foxes in this region—had a thousand-year-old fox come and devoured Nanyoung’s liver and taken his place?

Taerok frowned as he looked at him, then abruptly pulled Nanyoung’s hands toward him. He could easily grasp both of Nanyoung’s wrists with one hand. With his other hand, Taerok thrust it deep inside Nanyoung’s clothing, kneading his chest and rubbing his sides and belly.

“Hyaat!”

Startled, Nanyoung flinched and tried to pull away, but it was already too late. Taerok was a master of the hunt.

“You are the nephew I know, aren’t you?”

“Hat, what?”

“I’m saying I wonder if someone stole what is Grand Prince Baegan’s most precious treasure and left a wicked creature in its place.”

“No. It’s me, Lee Nanyoung! A-and, you’re not someone who believes in such things!”

“Ever since my nephew turned twenty, I have decided to accept that anything can happen now.”

Since he had rushed out the moment he woke and realized no one was beside him, the bedding was still spread out. Taerok lifted Nanyoung in one motion and laid him down on it. Then he parted the folds of clothing and buried his face between them. When he took a deep breath, the same scent as his own rose from Nanyoung. Yet perhaps because their constitutions differed, that final note of fragrance was distinctly different. Sweeter and more comforting.

“The scent is the same, but….”

“I-it tickles!”

“They say these wicked creatures are impressive, but how impressive could they be—would they mimic the inside too? The only way to confirm is to feel around inside.”

With that, Taerok lifted Nanyoung’s legs and draped them over his shoulders. And at the same moment he pulled down his trousers, he sucked his own fingers to wet them, then, holding the legs firmly, he slipped his fingers inside Nanyoung.

“Aaht! Uncle, ah, it’s morning!”

“Would something wicked care whether it’s day or night? If by chance you are not my nephew, I must find him quickly, so cooperate before you’re thoroughly punished.”

Taerok’s fingers rummaged inside in different directions. Since they had been at it until dawn, Nanyoung’s entrance was as soft and yielding as lips. Inside, it was warm.

“Rubbing with my fingers isn’t telling me enough yet, so for deeper inside, I’ll have to use something that knows better than my hand….”

“No! No, Uncle! I am Nanyoung!”

“You are? Then say, ‘I love you, Uncle.'”

Nanyoung’s face turned bright red. It seemed that mere phrase was more embarrassing to him than having his bottom bared and being prodded with fingers.

“Hurry up.”

“Ahk!”

But even the embarrassment became untenable when Taerok meanly brushed over the plump, swollen spot deep inside Nanyoung.

“Un-Uncle, I love, I love you…! You know… my heart, don’t you!”

“Our Nanyoung has a talent for making his uncle’s heart burn with anxiety, so he won’t say it easily. My paranoid fears are suddenly flaring up. I’d better confirm more quickly.”

In any case, Taerok had already decided some time ago to play messily with Nanyoung from the morning onward. Taerok abruptly untied the fastenings of his trousers and took out his member. With a thump, it emerged and slid slowly between Nanyoung’s thighs, and as soon as a bit of precum appeared, it headed for Nanyoung’s entrance.

“If you are the nephew I know, you’ll take it in well and readily, won’t you?”

“Ahhh!”

And Nanyoung did indeed take Taerok’s member in very well.

It was a place that had been carved out and tanned solely by him. A sweet, “Hah…” sigh slipped through Taerok’s clenched teeth. It felt as if his member’s rightful place was not inside his trousers, but inside Nanyoung. Only now did a sense of relief wash over him. Taerok pressed a kiss to Nanyoung’s legs, which were gathered over one shoulder, and gripped his pelvis firmly.

“Hak, hak!”

Nanyoung, who was now practically supporting his body with just his shoulders and head, let out ragged breaths. What Taerok had drawn out the previous night, though not completely, was sloshing deep behind his navel, and each time the glans like a baby’s fist rummaged around, it seeped out, wetting the inner walls more and more.

“Uk, ah-uh! Mm! Uk!”

Taerok pounded into Nanyoung’s lower body as if hammering it in.

“Ah, Un-Uncle! Ah, I don’t like it! Uh, ah, from the morning…!”

“Seeing you say you don’t like it, huh, you definitely seem to be, the nephew I know. I’ll have to… confirm more.”

“Ah! I, ah! I, am Nanyoung, hngk…!”

“Let’s see now… was your liver and gall, here.”

“Aaak!”

Taerok changed direction and twisted it in. It was a place he hadn’t thrust into the previous night, so the closed area was being forced open with a squelch. Nanyoung clawed at the bedding and shuddered.

“I, I don’t like it, Uncle, ah! Uncle, I don’t like it…!”

“You don’t like me…?”

To think he’d turn into some ruffian, rummaging inside his nephew from the morning, and still manage to get his feelings hurt—he was a truly demanding uncle.

Of course, the wounded feelings were fake, a fraud, and it was certain that this brigand had gobbled up his young lover the moment the sun rose.

“I’m so heartsick I’m about to cry.”

Taerok chuckled lowly and yanked Nanyoung’s body toward him. He knelt back on his heels and spread Nanyoung’s legs apart over his thighs, making for an utterly indecent sight. This was not, at the very least, a form of play befitting royal kinsmen and noblemen.

But like the brigand he was, Taerok was wholly absorbed in slapping Nanyoung’s protruding, churning belly with his palm and thrusting upward roughly.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!”

Nanyoung writhed. A sensation as if he might lose control rose up, making even the hair on his head stand on end.

“Ah, wait, just a moment, ah! This, this feels strange!”

“To me, you are strange too.”