Struggle Chapter 122

By extension, the thing like a wooden club that had filled his mouth prodded up into his throat. A light, dry heave rose. While his breath was choked off and his head spun, his whole body went numb from the things happening below him.

It was unbelievable. The fact that he was pressing down on Taerok’s face like this with his own lower half.

“Ha… u-uk, up…! Ph, ha…!”

Then, suddenly, Taerok spat out what he had been holding in his mouth and scraped his tongue up the perineum. Startled and flailing, Nanyoung pulled Taerok’s member out of his mouth.

“Ah, not that, d-don’t do that!”

“Nephew, you just concentrate over there. I intend to concentrate here.”

“Hnnng, ng! Ah… nngg…!”

Nasal sounds leaked out in a steady stream. Into the anus that Taerok had spread with two fingers, he repeatedly thrust his tongue in deep and pulled it out. Nanyoung trembled and shook as he grabbed and jiggled Taerok’s member.

Even if he hadn’t tried to shake it, his body trembled so much his hands moved on their own. He grew dizzy.

Taerok, too, was precisely at the point of sharpening his gaze as he looked at the pinkish anus before his eyes, the balls drawn up taut and tight, and the small dot stuck on the right side of the white buttocks.

“Hnn, hya, the f-fragrance pouch… seems to have had something strange… in it….”

“It’s just that you, nephew, mm, are simply lecherous.”

Taerok pulled out his tongue and rolled Nanyoung’s balls in his mouth, sucking as he answered.

Nanyoung slumped forward, making a crying sound. When he turned his head, Taerok’s member stood erect, still caught in his hand. It felt like he was losing his mind. As if spellbound, Nanyoung licked up from the base. He mimicked what Taerok did. Even when Taerok’s pubic hair scratched his face, he paid it no mind. He took the tip into his mouth and shook his head until his cheeks bulged, and Taerok too gradually fell silent. Between the two of them, only damp breaths filled the room, more than enough to saturate it.

“Haak, ha.”

Taerok let out a rough breath. He left teeth marks on Nanyoung’s buttock and now prodded below with three fingers, and Nanyoung’s slender cock twitched, copiously marking its territory at the junction of his own neck and chest.

It was as if he were leading a sexual act onto that very spot. Even for a man of his own station, he knew how to shake his hips. But who could he satisfy with this? He couldn’t even satisfy himself. Even if he prodded his own rear himself, he couldn’t easily reach a climax. That was because Lee Taerok had driven him powerfully that way, had prodded him viciously to become so.

“Hhuu, ung, mm. Mm, up….”

Nanyoung was in a trancelike state. Every time Taerok pulled his fingers out, the buttocks chased after them, and he squeezed them tight and then spanked them. Each time he went “Hut, hup,” the mouth tightened, and Taerok too was on the very verge of climax.

As always, Nanyoung was first.

“Hau…! Ng! Ah, a… Th-there, ih…!”

Snapping his head up sharply from the thing that had been obstructing his mouth, Nanyoung shook his waist violently. The line of his back went rigidly stiff, and his hair tangled and clung to his back due to his thrown-back head.

It was an obscene sight. It was a debased sexual act one would never dare imagine. There was only no insertion; aside from that, they had done everything vulgar. All propriety was crushed and burst apart between their rubbing bodies.

“Uh, uuua…! Ah…!”

Nanyoung slumped forward heavily again, shaking his head. Nanyoung’s hair and cheek were roughly rubbed all over Taerok’s member.

“K… eut…!”

Taerok also gritted his teeth and reached his climax. As if to mock the fact that they had just washed, Taerok’s seed burst and smeared heavily onto Nanyoung’s forehead, eyelids, cheeks, ear, and a portion of his hair. Throughout the entire time the multiple spurts of ejaculation spilled onto his face, Nanyoung did not even flinch.

Having finished his climax, Taerok pushed Nanyoung’s body aside and bolted upright. Having tumbled away roughly, Nanyoung was making soft breathing sounds. A warm bath, heated wine, and added to that, a shameless climax—naturally, he could do nothing but fall into a deep sleep.

“…”

Still standing fiercely erect, Taerok let out a deep sigh. He wiped his face with his hand and then stood on his knees beside Nanyoung’s face. The hair and face were a mess. No longer feeling any sense of newfound shame, Taerok began to masturbate in front of his sleeping young lover.

After some time passed, once again a hot, heavy liquid plopped, plip, onto Nanyoung’s face. Taerok rubbed his still-hot member against Nanyoung’s cheek, then abruptly got up, fetched the water basin, and dampened a cotton cloth.

Yu Bongsu had not so plentifully prepared water in the basin just to have them wipe their hands for no reason.

“Flower petals, for what….”

Self-mockingly, Taerok began to very meticulously rub and wipe Nanyoung’s face.

He wiped down the face and hair one by one, dressed him, and tucked him inside the bedding. Only then did he open the window, and the wind of the capital, much warmer than where they stayed, rushed in. Taerok brought the remaining quince wine, filled his cup, and looked alternately at the moon and Nanyoung.

Apricot blossoms heralding spring were blooming in riotous profusion. Looking at the moon hanging bright and full behind them, Taerok offered up a sentiment utterly indifferent, something along the lines of, I shall have to feed him flower pancakes before we go. Had it been Nanyoung, he would have offered some different, more abundant sentiment.

“…”

As if by habit, he turns to look at Nanyoung.

Truly a child so different from himself. There are times he doubts whether this fellow and himself are truly uncle and nephew. Their natures differ, their tastes differ, but only their stubbornness was exactly alike. Even the way that, when he ultimately brought in the bokjaengi and left his seat empty, Nanyoung would secretly take it to his own room and sleep together with it, was just the same.

‘If we were to be reborn in the far distant future and meet as uncle and nephew like this, would we end up like this again?’

A foolish question. Why on earth would he think such a thing, and how on earth does one become curious about that? A thing that will never happen. Even if it did, it would be a matter of a future life where he wouldn’t even remember having said these words.

“Regardless, the outcome would be the same in any form.”

Taerok muttered to himself. From the teacup held indifferently beneath his nose, the fragrance of quince wafts over, pooling sweetly.

Regardless, the outcome would be the same. He will come to love Lee Nanyoung. That was the natural order for Lee Taerok.

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After Taerok entered the palace, Nanyoung kept pacing back and forth restlessly. Even when the midday meal was brought in, he merely picked at it, eating as if halfhearted. Since Sim Eung had remained in the northern end and Taerok was not there, there was no one to tell Nanyoung to forcibly eat more.

The table, which could hardly be said to have been eaten as a meal, was taken away, and around the time the sun was setting, the main gate finally opened and the master of the palace returned.

Nanyoung, who despite Taerok’s admonition to keep the doors firmly shut because the cold spell in early spring was fierce, had left all the doors open and had every nerve on edge listening to the sounds outside, came running out. Taerok, who had been stroking his beloved horse’s neck, telling it well done as he dismounted, spun around at the presence. He knew who the owner of the mere sound was.

“You left the windows open again.”

He clicked his tongue in disapproval, yet he held his arms open toward Nanyoung.

Wearing only a face covering, Nanyoung rushed and clung to Taerok.

“Y-you’ve returned safely.”

His heart pounded. What had been discussed inside? Nanyoung’s body, pressed down by guilt, embarrassment, and anticipation, felt as though it would shrink as small as the moment he first met Taerok.

“Having someone who welcomes me like this makes me feel as though I’ve truly returned home.”

Having received him brusquely, Taerok inclined his head to Nanyoung’s ear.

“Tonight, he will enter the palace.”

The one coming was, of course, the king.

Nanyoung felt as though he might vomit from the tension. Taerok supported this person, who seemed not to know whether he was walking on his own two feet or staggering, and headed for the inner chamber.

“Write a letter to Her Royal Highness the Queen Dowager.”

Nanyoung nodded, and his gaze wavered.

Nanyoung’s mother, and Taerok’s sister-in-law, knew that Nanyoung had been impressed by the words of bizarre scholars from the West and had left for a belief that went against the teachings of the ancestral state. Though she possessed a gentle nature yet also convictions and a sense of duty as upright as a straight piece of bamboo, and though she had been exceedingly angry, he was, in the end, her son. They would not meet in person, but as mother and son, it was her wish to receive even a single letter.

It was sufficient, and overly generous, to be grateful.

Taerok, in place of the distracted Nanyoung, prepared the four treasures of the study. Until the ink dripped from the brush, which could barely be lifted above the inkstone, multiple times, Nanyoung was unable to write even the first letter.

Then, after a long while, he finally began.

Your unfilial child, Nanyoung, writes to you.

The customary phrase children use when addressing parents is ‘unfilial child,’ but for Nanyoung, it was sincere.

Taerok watched as Nanyoung, his eyes quickly reddening, held back tears and filled the paper with elegant handwriting, then rose from his seat.