Struggle Chapter 136

Taerok wondered whether the cause really mattered for something that had already happened. The point in time was meaningless, too. He had waited painstakingly for the new year to dawn, and now he was counting down to Nanyoung’s birthday. He would gift Nanyoung a car on his birthday, and Nanyoung would be free only within Taerok’s world, even with a car that could take him anywhere. He ought to know he was fortunate. After all, Taerok had the power to expand the world as much as Nanyoung desired.

“Aren’t you scared of the world?”

“Rumors might start floating around someday, I suppose.”

“What about my family—how are they going to see this?”

“I’m prepared to cut ties. I also have the power to bury the rumors.”

“I… I mean… I….”

The sound of waves could be heard. This was a high floor, and there was no water anywhere nearby—certainly not high enough to be heard even if there were. Listening closely, the sound of the waves was rolling and approaching Nanyoung.

“I….”

He could just back out right here.

Mister said he would only give him a chance to run away, but Nanyoung believed that if he refused flat out, right at this stage, in this very moment, he could run away as a last chance. He was certain Taerok would let him go, too.

So all he had to do was back out.

Before he even realized it himself, Nanyoung’s heart had encroached upon his entire body. It seemed his heart had grown faster than the speed of his body and had been waiting. To reunite with Lee Taerok. To reach this moment where a choice had to be made.

Nanyoung got up from his seat. With a clatter, a cup tipped over. There was nothing inside, but the cup broke. It was a cup Nanyoung had used since he was a child. It was practically a symbol of his boyhood.

As it broke, Nanyoung lifted his head as if he had been scalded.

“I….”

What kind of expression was I making? What kind of look did I have on that made Mister….

By the time he realized it, Taerok was already kissing him with his face cupped in his hands. His lips were hot, unlike his hands, and Nanyoung caught the scent of Taerok’s body wash from his body. The deep scent of wood… and the inexplicable sound of waves echoing from far away.

With another clatter, even Taerok’s cup ended up tipping over. The coffee spilling from his cup swallowed Nanyoung’s broken glass.

His boyhood shattered, Nanyoung became an adult, and Taerok overflowed into Nanyoung.

As Taerok’s tongue pushed past, Nanyoung fumbled to grab Taerok’s hand as if consumed by a potent poison, then stretched out his arms to wrap them around his neck.

The body that had been aching all this while finally felt at ease.

Let’s go to hell together.

Taerok whispered.

Nanyoung nodded.

∞ ∞ ∞

“I wasn’t going to do it until after your birthday passed.”

Taerok said, taking off his robe with Nanyoung laid between his thighs.

“Really.”

When Nanyoung seemed not to believe him, Taerok said, lightly tapping Nanyoung’s cheek.

“Did you wait until I became an adult? You didn’t really wait long… it’s only been half a year.”

“I suppose so. But why does it feel like I’ve waited so long?”

Blunt Lee Taerok expressed his feelings in his own way.

“It feels as if I’ve been waiting since some very old past life, that’s why.”

Right in that manner.

“…That sounds like something Mister wouldn’t really say.”

“Looks like you’re nervous. Acting like you’ve got a smart mouth to say everything because you’re nervous.”

“I’ve… always been like this.”

“I know.”

“Hk!”

Nanyoung was startled out of his wits as Taerok suddenly thrust his hand straight down his pants.

“That you’re always like this—I knew.”

It felt as though Taerok had been watching Nanyoung for a very long time. Why was that? They had seen each other very occasionally, and mostly lived without seeing one another.

There was no way to explain it. He just figured his heart was simply like this. After living together for half a year, his heart grew this deep. There were many things in the world that could not be explained, and perhaps the fact that they were born as blood relatives was also something utterly unfathomable and absurd.

“Spread your legs.”

Taerok reached out his arm and took a tube of lube from the drawer. Seeing that it was a tube, Nanyoung was startled.

“Who were you using this with?!”

“I bought it to use with you.”

True to his word, the lube was brand new.

After tearing open the packaging and squeezing a generous amount of lube onto his palm, Taerok gave Nanyoung a very demanding and perplexing command.

“I was going to take them off for you, but if I took them off with my own hands, I figured I’d act without any patience. Would you mind taking them off yourself?”

“…Then don’t look this way. Ah, or at least get some alcohol….”

“Alcohol is out of the question. For one, you have a constitution that can’t detoxify it, and above all, I need to do this with a clear head. So I don’t make any mistakes in leaving traces.”

Feigning to take off his pants, Nanyoung crawled forward on all fours. Taerok did not indulge that impudent escape. He had already given him plenty of chances just a moment ago. The one who missed them was Nanyoung.

“Good posture.”

Taerok laughed. However, contrary to his playful tone and actions, his mind was thoroughly heated.

He had waited too long. It was the end of a very long wait. Taerok moistened his lips and pressed his knee against the waistband of Nanyoung’s lowered pants.

“Ah-ah!”

With his knee pressing down on the elastic waistband, escaping had now become difficult. He had learned the hard lesson that a half-hearted escape only ended up binding one’s own body.

Then, looking at Nanyoung’s white and plump buttocks, Taerok impulsively bit them.

“Ah!”

A startled Nanyoung let out a cry. Taerok let out a low chuckle at a moan that lacked even an ounce of allure.

A wet hand touched between his thighs, leaving Nanyoung’s heart with no chance to calm down. After stroking the thin strip of flesh between his testicles and rubbing the perineum, despite that soft prelude, he shoved two fingers straight in all at once. The slippery lube made the entry go in without a hitch.

“Why are you so loose, Nanyoung?”

“Ah, ah! No, ah!”

Of course, he wasn’t loose. Taerok was simply teasing him.

Just as he couldn’t detoxify alcohol, Nanyoung was weak to teasing. From beneath his rolled-up T-shirt all the way down his nape and along his spine turned bright red.

Overwhelmed with urgency, Taerok poked and prodded upward with his fingers. He wasn’t a person with this little patience, but seeing a naked Nanyoung made it hard to hold back. Taerok generously stroked down Nanyoung’s spine, rubbing and poking here and there.

“Ugh, ugh. Ugh…!”

Nanyoung’s moans were filled only with distress and bewilderment.

Squinting his eyes, Taerok observed. His middle finger was making a fuss, demanding to go further inside Nanyoung as well. Not to mention his dick.

“Ugh….”

Dripping with cold sweat and suffering, Nanyoung was slowly trying to crawl forward. Tenacious. Being persistent was a trait worth acknowledging.

However, Taerok was a step ahead when it came to persistence. He intended to drive the wedge in today. Since Lee Nanyoung had a contemplative personality, if left alone like this, there was no telling what kind of decisions he would make or what he would do by himself. Today, Taerok planned to press deep inside Nanyoung and let him know that you and I were finished now, and that they had come far too much to be afraid of the world.

“Whoa!”

Grabbed by the pelvis by Taerok, Nanyoung was pulled sharply downward. And right on cue, his fingertips poked somewhere inside Nanyoung. Taerok smiled quietly at the firm sensation.

“Hoo, ugh-ah!”

Nanyoung’s reaction was honest. At a sensation experienced for the very first time in his life, Nanyoung’s spine thrashed and jerked. His arms completely gave out, causing him to bury his face into the bed.

Holding Nanyoung’s lower body so it wouldn’t collapse, Taerok pushed in yet another finger and thrust upward relentlessly.

“Aah, ah! Ah! Ah!”

Moans burst out uncontrollably. Taerok found and grasped Nanyoung’s erection, peeling back the foreskin. At that pleasure bordering on pain, Nanyoung curled his spine and burst into tears.

“Don’t cry.”

Taerok consoled him indifferently.

“You’re going to have to cry more from now on.”

Where on earth was that kind of consolation—telling him to save his tears for now because he was going to make him cry much more in the future?

Feeling both aggrieved and absurd, Nanyoung sobbed, hiccuping.

Taerok rubbed the tip of Nanyoung’s cock with his fingertips. Every time that extremely tender and soft flesh was frictioned, tears leaked out drop by drop like a reflex. Even trying to endure by pressing his knees together had its limits.

“Do you masturbate normally?”

Taerok asked, lowering his waist and pressing his chest against Nanyoung’s back.

“How often do you do it?”

When Nanyoung shook his head, Taerok placed his fingertips right on the spot that felt good and rubbed persistently.

“Huuuuk!”

“Have you ever done it thinking of me, Lee Nanyoung?”

“Hk, hugh. Huuung, hugh, sob! Ah!”

“Nanyoung. Mister is asking you.”