Struggle Chapter 137

Nanyoung, who had been shoving the sheets wildly with the tips of his feet, was on the verge of the climax, to the point where his vision flashed with dazzling lights. But at that exact moment, Taerok plugged up the opening of Nanyoung’s tip.

“Ah…! Why! Why, hnk, ah! Ah, it hurts, ah!”

“I asked you if you’ve ever jacked off while imagining Mister.”

Taerok was stern. A selfish and wicked person. He yanked Nanyoung’s upper body straight up to a sitting position. Nanyoung opened his drenched eyes, only to burst into an even louder cry. Just ahead of him was a large mirror. His reflection in it was a mess. His pants were caught around his knees, and his body, baked red from the T-shirt rolled up over his shoulders, was exposed entirely.

“Ah, please. Please!”

Yet Nanyoung had no choice but to plead as the pleasure began to scorch his mind. When he begged, frantically scratching at Taerok’s forearms wrapped around his waist, he asked once more.

“Have you ever lusted after me?”

“Hnk…!”

In the end, Taerok dragged an answer out of Nanyoung.

Nanyoung closed his eyes and nodded. Only then did Taerok lick the tears off Nanyoung’s cheek with his tongue to wipe them away, praising him with satisfaction.

“Good job.”

“Hoo, sob….”

“You just need to keep being this honest from now on.”

“…Ah! Ahhhh!”

And then he began to pry Nanyoung’s lower half wide open.

As his lower half parted, Taerok’s member began to push inside. Both the posture and the situation were far too excessive for a beginner. Nanyoung’s eyes flew wide open and his body shivered violently. If Taerok hadn’t firmly pulled his body back to lean against him, he would have tumbled forward long ago.

“Ah, ah, it hurts….”

Nanyoung mumbled blankly. Taerok said, “Yeah, it hurts, doesn’t it,” and rubbed Nanyoung’s tip.

An awl-like pleasure drove in from that spot. It felt as though countless needles were being stabbed into his genitals, stimulating him all the way to the back. And considering this was his first time doing such an act, Taerok slowly and deeply inserted himself while loosening up the front.

“…!”

Nanyoung came without even being able to let out a moan.

Callow semen gushed out forcefully. That sight was vividly reflected in the mirror for all to see.

A startled Nanyoung burst into tears.

However, just as Taerok had said, it was not yet the time to cry.

“Ah, take it, take it out!”

When Nanyoung begged, Taerok pulled his member out just as asked.

“I was planning to do that anyway.”

“…! Ah, ah wait ah! Why is it coming in… Aah!”

Yet, making the brief respite a mockery, as it entered once more, Nanyoung poured out tears in a steady stream.

“Hnk, sob. Ugh!”

Thrusting deep, deep in, it was his first time so his body hadn’t adjusted yet, scraping against other tight, raw flesh while also pressing firmly against the spots that felt good to Nanyoung. Nanyoung shuddered. The backs of his knees tingled and the soles of his toes curled up tightly.

“Huuuuuk! Ht, ung!”

Shaking his head wildly, he scratched Taerok’s arms. By now, Taerok’s arms were wrapped not only around Nanyoung’s waist but his chest as well. Something like a python was rubbing upward until Nanyoung’s nipples stood on end, pressing down hard on his erection as if teaching him how to give himself a pressure masturbation.

He felt dizzy. Nanyoung was panting, and Taerok had his hand wrapped all the way under Nanyoung’s chin, wrapping around him like a snake.

“Haah, hah. Hah, ht, ung! Ah, ah…!”

There were times when Nanyoung’s belly bulged outward. It was when Taerok wedged himself in, spreading him a little wider each time. Every time that happened, it felt as though everything about Nanyoung’s relationship with Taerok, his fear of his family finding out, and all regards from the public eye were breaking down, dismantling, and vanishing one by one.

“Augh…!”

Trembling violently, Nanyoung fumbled his way up Taerok’s hands with his own and turned his head. Taerok understood without Nanyoung having to say it. He turned his head to kiss Nanyoung and rubbed his cheek.

Before he knew it, Nanyoung made Taerok’s other hand slide down from his waist to grasp his own. Taerok opened his hand and gripped Nanyoung’s.

“Hnk, ub, oo…!”

Nanyoung whimpered and moaned.

“Does it feel good?”

Taerok also asked between ragged breaths.

“Nanyoung, does it feel good?”

Nanyoung nodded without even being able to open his eyes fully.

“It feels good….”

It was the truth.

“I wish it would break….”

Taerok wanted to break Nanyoung, and Nanyoung wanted to be broken like that if possible.

Taerok grabbed Nanyoung’s pelvis tightly. Both of his hands went to the pelvis, gripping it as if cupping the groin, thrusting upward fiercely from below, and grinding his waist smoothly every time he hit the bottom.

Nanyoung threw his head back, unable even to breathe. Reaching his hands back, he grabbed Taerok’s arms like a lifeline, but it ultimately amounted to no more than scratching him with his fingernails.

“Ah! Ah, ah…! Aah, ah… ung…!”

He was going to get bruises on his knees. Taerok intended to leave as many marks as possible on Nanyoung’s body. Grabbing him tightly so he wouldn’t spill forward, he gritted his teeth until his masseter muscles stood out, and thrusted in with a heavy thud.

“Knot… hg, ht. Ugh….”

Nanyoung squeezed his eyes shut tightly.

A climax so intense it made him think he might die swept over his entire body. Because of the climax driven by internal stimulation rather than external stimulation, Nanyoung’s own member was ejaculating feebly. Taerok grabbed it right away and jerked him off, pulling away forcefully.

“Ah, don’t, don’t do it…! Hn, ht I, ah! I just cam—uuuung!”

Nanyoung ejaculated wildly, unable to even properly open his eyes in the end.

Releasing Nanyoung, Taerok looked at his own palm. Staring blankly at his wet palm, he impulsively licked it with his tongue. Then, turning back to look at Nanyoung, he saw him collapsed completely forward.

Taerok rubbed Nanyoung’s ejaculation against his back right in front of him, then parted his buttocks to take a look. It was red, but not swollen. Seeing some fluid dripping out from inside, he shoved it back in persistently with his hand. There was a reason he hadn’t used a condom, after all.

“Hoo….”

Taerok looked at Nanyoung with reddened eyes. Then, he pressed kisses down Nanyoung’s spine.

The kisses, soft at first, gradually grew thick and sticky. Nanyoung flinched repeatedly. Taerok cast his body over Nanyoung’s.

“Is it hard?”

Would he stop if he said it was hard? Nanyoung turned around with wet eyes, pinning a shred of hope on it.

“Yes….”

The face nodding along was innocent and pretty. Looking even clearer after crying, Taerok brushed Nanyoung’s hair back and smiled softly. It was a smile he was seeing for the first time.

“Then Nanyoung doesn’t have to do anything.”

Yet Lee Taerok was callous yet tender, and tender yet cruel.

When Nanyoung glared at him with resentment, Taerok kissed Nanyoung on the forehead.

“I told you. It feels like I’ve waited for a very, very long time.”

Taerok’s wait had been far too long. It didn’t feel like a mere half year. He had been waiting for an extremely long time, and now that it had finally come true, there was no way it could end with just once.

He knew that Nanyoung didn’t have great stamina. But just as he was confident he could protect himself and Nanyoung from the gazes of others and from society, he was also confident he could take good care of Nanyoung tomorrow. Taerok finally brought his member to Nanyoung’s hotly relaxed entrance.

“I ha—te you…!”

Nanyoung cried out sorrowfully. He had thought this since before, but saying merely “I hate you” was almost comical. Bursting into laughter, Taerok thrust his waist upward. It felt like the area just above his tailbone was being stabbed deep, making Nanyoung blurt out a startled moan of “Hwaaang!”

“Now you’re making pretty cute sounds, aren’t you?”

Yet the voice of the Taerok doing that was rough.

The hip thrusts began anew, and as his freshly chafed tip rubbed against the sheets, Nanyoung shed tears in streams. It was a pleasure that felt like it would burn his entire body.

Everything was far too excessive. Being so excessive, he wanted to fall soundly asleep, but even that wasn’t allowed.

“Uh, sob, when, ht, ung! When does this end… ah…!”

“Depending on how you do.”

A lie. It depended solely on Lee Taerok. Nanyoung shredded the duvet in his grip and threw his head back.

∞ ∞ ∞

Waking up from his sleep, Nanyoung wriggled his way out of Taerok’s embrace. He was dying of thirst.

He didn’t even remember when he had fallen asleep. In his sporadically surfacing memories, he had assumed postures that made him wonder if he had always been this flexible. He had opened up wherever Taerok pried him open and bent wherever he was bent.

Nanyoung tried to pick up Taerok’s robe, only to topple forward flat on his face. Tears of resentment and fury welled up.

“Sob….”

Why do people cry when they get too angry? Nanyoung glared with his eyes wide open to hold the tears back.

Just then, Taerok woke up from behind him with a yawn, looking all disheveled. He looked as languid as a beast that had eaten its fill.