Struggle Chapter 117

“Just like this, at your first birthday grab….”

Naturally, it was something Nanyoung could not remember. At the sound of something he was hearing for the first time, Nanyoung turned his head over his shoulder. His startled eyes were faintly visible. It was not simply because his eyes had grown accustomed to the darkness, but because snow like maple leaves had fallen in the meantime, scattering the moonlight this way and that. It was a dazzling night.

“I… grabbed you at my first birthday grab, Uncle?”

“I was the one you chose.”

“…”

“I am the one who was chosen by you.”

“Why, why are you telling me this only now?”

“Because I never felt the need to.”

Nanyoung’s lips parted and closed in bewilderment, then he furrowed his brows and murmured.

“I truly cannot tell whether you are being affectionate or cruel, Uncle.”

“Does it matter?”

“You make me confused. You make my heart burn with anxiety. I don’t know if you simply enjoy teasing me or if you are sincere toward me.”

“You think you’re just an object of play?”

Letting out a laugh, Taerok turned Nanyoung onto his back. Then he placed Nanyoung’s palm against his own chest. A heavy pulse, like a gong, resounded from his heart, then gradually quickened.

“I am not a man so earnest about play that I would go that far for a mere plaything.”

“…”

“I am earnest about my desires and my greed, and you are another affliction who has taken all my desires and greed, turning me into an upright Grand Prince in all other matters.”

“Do you agonize over me?”

“Before I agonize, I reach out my hand.”

Taerok, who had snatched Nanyoung’s hesitating hand, placed it inside his own clothing.

“…It’s hot.”

“My body tends to be warm even in winter.”

“Yes….”

Nanyoung nodded, then slowly lifted his gaze.

“Yes. I know.”

Those eyes were wet.

What was he thinking?

Unknowingly, Taerok slowly tilted his head. Soon their noses brushed lightly, and then their lips met. One pair of touching lips was hot, the other lukewarm.

Soon, Taerok acted before agonizing. He pulled Nanyoung’s back and waist into a tight embrace. Nanyoung let out a moan at the thick, heavy heat pressing against him beneath the blanket. Taerok, not leaving Nanyoung’s slightly tilted head alone, bit and tugged at his plump lower lip.

Soon, without either being first, they began to undress each other. They dampened each other’s napes with moist breath and groped each other’s chests. Taerok offered his own chest for Nanyoung to bite. Taerok was not one to feel sexual pleasure through the loss of his chest, but the sight of Nanyoung struggling and whimpering to perform caresses that were utterly inept aroused him greatly.

He untied the fastenings of Nanyoung’s trousers. Then, changing his mind, he undid the ties at the ankles and slipped his hand inside the voluminous folds of the clothing.

“Ah…!”

Nanyoung flinched and trembled at the hand snaking its way up.

It was like the seaweed that had tickled his body when he had sunk deep into the sea. As if his vision was going dark and dizzy, as if water was pressing on him from all sides, he felt as though he would shrink down and then burst with a pop.

“Hurry, qu-quickly.”

Before he burst, he wanted to be held by Taerok. He wanted to hold him. As Nanyoung urged him, Taerok threw off his jacket. Nanyoung’s hair became disheveled. Taerok buried his face in those locks, drew a deep breath, and then swept his nose down along Nanyoung’s body.

“Take them off yourself.”

At the low, cold voice, Nanyoung squirmed and removed his own trousers. Spreading the white undershorts aside, Taerok extended his tongue. The sight of it drawn out long, not just slightly beyond his lips, seemed thick and uncanny like the tongue of an imugi that had failed to ascend to heaven.

Taerok licked Nanyoung’s lower parts. Nanyoung bit the edge of the blanket and whimpered, enduring. Moans were good, but the sounds of him trying clumsily to hide them were also precious for how absurd they were. Taerok smiled a sardonic smile and had Nanyoung raise his hips.

“Grab and spread them for me as well.”

“I-is this the punishment you spoke of?”

“With just this much?”

Taerok scoffed.

“My nephew’s imagination is still so young that my cock is drying up wondering when it will ever mature. Stop whining over this much and grab your buttocks and spread them. Only then can I suck every nook and cranny deep inside thoroughly, can’t I.”

“Hn, hnnk.”

“You like it, don’t you. Being licked like a dog.”

Heat flared in Nanyoung’s eyes from shame. But hesitantly, he flipped his body over, grabbed his buttocks, and spread them. Taerok gazed silently at Nanyoung’s back passage, then spat on that place and once again licked it with his tongue.

“Hn, hnn. Mm. Ht, uh.”

Nanyoung trembled and quivered, overcome with pleasure. The tips of his fingers holding his buttocks turned white, and he kept nearly losing his grip on the flesh he was clutching, but his uncle was not one to let that slide.

“If you let go, you’ll get a spanking for each time.”

He was a man who, once he said something, would do exactly as he said. Nanyoung desperately tried to avoid at least the spanking.

Even so, when tear-like precum dripped steadily from his front and sweat pooled in his hands, just as he thought he would finally lose his grip—fortunately, Taerok pulled his face away.

He licked his obscenely wet lips with his tongue and wiped them with the back of his hand as well. Then, bending his knees, he rubbed his member along Nanyoung’s cleft.

“The one who made this color so deep is none other than me. You must not forget that it is I who have stained my nephew’s back passage this deep shade of crimson.”

“P-please, don’t say such things….”

“Next, I’d like my nephew to make my cock black with your back passage, but if I say that too, I wonder if you’ll cry.”

“You’ve al, hnnk, already said it.”

“You can just pretend you didn’t hear.”

Taerok taught Nanyoung the art of getting by.

Grand Prince Taerok, who was astonishingly adept and cunning, tiresomely amoral, and astoundingly without conscience, was unhesitant in spreading his nephew’s back passage and rummaging deep inside. Why would he hesitate? This was his reason for living, and whenever he entered like this, he felt he had been born precisely for this.

His life before meeting Nanyoung had been akin to emptiness. It had been fictitious, meaningless, worthless years.

This deep sentiment, covered as it was in lust, profound obsession, and possessiveness, was all too easily misunderstood—but on the contrary, Taerok was glad of it. The core was indeed deeper and heavier than the outer shell. It would be troublesome if Nanyoung shook his head, afraid to swallow it, so he would make sure this body could not live without him, and then he would finely break himself apart and seep into him.

“I am your family.”

“Ah-uh, ah!”

His arms buckling, his cheek pressed into the silk bedding, Nanyoung moaned as he was roughly shaken.

Taerok, planting one foot on the floor beside Nanyoung’s body, thrust in earnest and demanded,

“Am I not your family.”

“Ah, ah, ah! Un-Uncle, ah!”

“I am your uncle….”

I am family, so why do I feel jealousy toward your family and fear your family?

“I am your lover….”

Taerok pulled Nanyoung upright. He grasped his chin and pulled his arm back tightly, rendering him unable to move. Nanyoung could not lean fully back, lest the member piercing his belly might thrust through it, nor could he fall forward with his hand caught. Nanyoung’s eyelids began to tremble faintly. His vision blurred.

“I will do everything for you.”

A voice soaked in deep possessiveness flowed into Nanyoung’s ear like poison mixed with honey.

“I will do everything for you, Nanyoung….”

“Ah-uh, ah! Ah, ang… aht!”

“I will become your everything….”

Nanyoung nodded. Do everything for me, everything… become my everything….

Nanyoung’s body sank into the pitch-black darkness.

In the end, Taerok seated Nanyoung on top of him. Telling him not to be cold since he had been sweating continuously, he draped his own jacket over Nanyoung’s shoulders. Nanyoung, who had been unable to collect his senses, grew even more excited as he smelled Taerok’s scent from the jacket. His efforts, placing his hands on his uncle’s chest and rocking his hips, were praiseworthy.

“That’s not it. You like it here better, don’t you.”

“Aaht!”

But since it seemed the effort was arduous, Nanyoung was employing the tactic of subtly avoiding the spot he felt most intensely—so Taerok grabbed his pelvis firmly and pulled him down.

Seated as if sliding forward, Nanyoung let out a sharp moan and, with a spurt, released. It splattered up to Taerok’s mouth, even his eyebrow. Taerok, having licked it from his lips with the tip of his tongue, laughed.

“If this were lovemaking with a woman, conception would have been certain today.”

“Ah-huh, ha. Un-Uncle, heok, ut, it’s too hard. Ah!”

“Just a little more.”