Struggle Chapter 144

“Nanyoung has grown up a lot…. Now he even gets embarrassed.”

He grew increasingly dizzy. As Lee Taerok said, it seemed he would soon lose even the presence of mind to be embarrassed. Nanyoung’s mouth fell wide open. With the breath he gasped in, haak, his throat dried up completely, then grew wet again with pooling saliva. Lee Taerok persistently stared at Nanyoung’s nipples, visible because his knit had slipped down. A body whose nubs turned pinkish when aroused. This was something he was seeing for the first time in his life.

Lee Taerok guided Nanyoung’s hand and placed it over his own nipples.

“Touch them the way Nanyoung likes. Hoo, if I do it, I won’t be able to be gentle right now.”

Indeed, there was a time when Nanyoung had to wear band-aids for a while. Because Lee Taerok, who once he started sucking didn’t know how to stop, had ended up drawing blood. That his nipples became even more sensitive after wearing band-aids is Lee Nanyoung’s secret, but Lee Taerok knows. Lee Taerok is someone who might know Nanyoung’s body even better than Nanyoung himself.

Nanyoung hesitated only at first, then soon began caressing his own chest and masturbating.

“Ah, ahh…. Nn….”

A sound that melted his heart came out. Lee Taerok grimaced as Nanyoung’s inner walls, wrapped around his member, flinched and tightened as if trying to suck him in.

“Ah….”

He tilted his head back and let out a low moan.

When he pulled out, Nanyoung’s inner walls were dragged out shallowly and then pushed back in. Every time that happened, Lee Taerok had to clench his teeth.

The plumply swollen perineum was red, just like the nipples. Though this was because Lee Taerok’s pubic hair kept scratching that spot. Nanyoung had almost no body or pubic hair, and even when he did, it was like soft down. Lee Taerok grasped Nanyoung’s shaft.

“Ah, uh?!”

Startled, Nanyoung scratched his own chest and opened his eyes.

Lee Taerok knew that if he ejaculated in this state, Nanyoung would be drenched in his own semen.

He wanted to see that. He wanted to see him embarrassed and a little ashamed. No, actually, a lot.

“Nanyoung-ah.”

The more his arousal heightened, the more Lee Taerok called Nanyoung’s name. The sound was pleasant to hear. Lee Taerok, heated enough to call his name, was often overwhelming, but it was because of that sound that he had come to wait for those moments.

Nanyoung’s inside constricted. The anticipation showed all over his body. Lee Taerok gripped Nanyoung’s buttocks tightly to keep him from clenching. It was a sufficiently tight place, so it was just as overwhelming for Lee Taerok. Lee Taerok’s penis spread Nanyoung’s inside open as if pounding. It pushed in little by little. Nanyoung felt as if he would topple forward, and his breath grew increasingly short. Lee Taerok’s low voice calling Nanyoung’s name and Nanyoung’s kkeut, groans intermittently resounded.

“Kkeu, hnn. Hut, uh, ah, it hurts.”

Nanyoung burst into tears with a wail.

“It hurts?”

Lee Taerok asked. Nanyoung’s penis, which he claimed hurt, was still standing stiffly in his hand. Perhaps from being repeatedly touched and then left untouched, it was plump and rigidly swollen, hot with heat. It aroused pity.

“Uung. It hurts, it hurts….”

Liar.

Lee Taerok murmured with the shape of his lips and smiled.

The number of times they had gone this deep was few, but each time, Nanyoung would say it hurt and he was scared, and then ejaculate. He would reach climax, trembling all over, and sometimes even faint. Lee Taerok considered it far more productive for Nanyoung to feel it to the point of agony rather than to be lost in distracting thoughts.

No, actually, that was an excuse. He was simply angry at Nanyoung. No, he was disappointed.

Disappointed. Lee Taerok mocked himself. Even so, he pried his way deeper into Nanyoung.

Soon, the tip was blocked as if caught on something.

“Huu, I-I hate it.”

Nanyoung grew scared again, and while clutching the sofa armrest, tried to pull his body upward.

It was a futile effort. Because above was blocked anyway. Taerok held Nanyoung’s shoulders and slowly pried into that obstructed gap. Nanyoung stuck out his tongue and panted, catching his breath, then soon shook his head wildly. A continuous squeaking sound came from Nanyoung’s fingertips. Like the sound that came from the snowy field where he had walked with Lee Taerok the day after heavy snowfall.

The inner walls constricted as if to sever the tip of his penis. Lee Taerok closed his eyes and let out a low moan. He too was steeped in a pleasure that seemed to make his consciousness flicker on and off. Pain and pleasure were a hair’s breadth apart. As he closed his eyes and endured, his vision went white and with the squeaking sound, the surrounding scenery seemed to change into a snowy field. What came to mind was not the Daegwallyeong mountain range he had gone to with Nanyoung last year, but a small garden. Nanyoung had been just as small then.

‘You’ll fall, Lee Nanyoung.’

Lee Taerok recalled that this was one of the very few memories he had with his nephew.

When he opened his eyes again, the child who had toddled along, too young to even understand his words, was lying beneath him, his whole body tinged pink. Nanyoung’s eyes and lips were all thoroughly wet, his nipples stood out prominently, and Nanyoung’s penis was shooting out semen in spurts.

Just as Lee Taerok had predicted, Nanyoung’s semen fell right onto its owner’s body and face. He reflexively shut one eye, but Nanyoung couldn’t stop the semen from even entering his mouth. Because of the pleasure, stronger than the shame of having swallowed his own, Nanyoung couldn’t come to his senses.

Lee Taerok carefully withdrew his penis and pushed it back in. Each time it moved in and out as if prying him open wide, obscene sounds like squelch, squish seemed to ring out, even if they weren’t actually audible.

Nanyoung unconsciously placed his hand over his own stomach.

“My stomach… feels full.”

The sight of him murmuring with eyes and tongue slack from losing his reason was horrifyingly obscene. Lee Taerok clenched his teeth. He moved his own hand, somewhat threatening compared to Nanyoung’s straight and soft hands. Then he acted as if he would press down on the stomach at any moment, and slowly took Nanyoung’s hand and moved it.

Lee Taerok’s climax wasn’t far off either. Since it seemed it would not be good to torment him by keeping his inside pried open for too long, he usually buried himself to the root just before ejaculating.

Just like this… I wish we could just stick together completely.

Imagining something absurd, Lee Taerok moved shallowly. Even that caused the glans to rub, making his head spin dizzily. If he had worn a condom, wouldn’t it have torn? Lee Taerok grasped Nanyoung’s pelvis with his remaining hand and slowly pulled himself out.

And the moment he came out, he ejaculated generously over Nanyoung’s buttocks and stomach. Not only Nanyoung’s body but the sofa too became a mess. As he slowly lowered his body, Nanyoung let his limbs go limp. The utterly exhausted boy’s body was a complete mess, as if he had had sex not just once but several times.

“…What about the sofa?”

“I changed it to a waterproof fabric.”

Actually, it had been a long time since he’d changed it to that.

Yet Nanyoung asked every single time. As if it were his own fault, even though it was all Lee Taerok’s doing that he had been made to be indecent, ejaculate, and even squirt on it.

“Since we can just replace the sofa, dirty it as much as you like.”

He swept back Nanyoung’s wet bangs and kissed him. A very round forehead. Like a baby’s.

Taerok thinks he wishes Nanyoung would feel embarrassed only about something like dirtying the sofa. Not about the sin of having fallen in love with Lee Taerok, or anything like that.

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Sim Suhwan

What happened?

What happened, I said

Did you get permission?

The messages had come in with time gaps. The time difference between the last message and the first question was a little over three hours. From when the sun was setting until it had become completely pitch black, instead of talking—let alone getting permission—from the uncle whose permission he needed, they had been stuck together screwing. He hadn’t even been able to bring up the conversation properly. Even before he could get to the main point of ‘Sim Suhwan’s house,’ just opening with the beginning of saying he would stay separately, Lee Taerok had cut him off firmly.

His methods were also varied. Putting food into Nanyoung’s open mouth to literally shut him up, or cutting him off with a “No.” before he could even start speaking, or it would lead into foreplay.

Even with a weak body, Nanyoung is a vigorous twenty-one-year-old. On top of that, Lee Taerok was far too skilled. The man who, even with a baseball bat he held for the first time at a baseball practice field, would miss only once and then hit them out of the park—excelling at anything involving physical use—easily bypassed his nephew with seduction.

Thanks to that, these days it seemed he spent more time not wearing clothes at home than wearing them, and Nanyoung became a little troubled by his own dissolute life.