Struggle Chapter 43

What he had wanted to know through Suhwan was whether he himself liked men, and what Taerok had taught him was the horrifying truth that he harbored feelings in his heart for his uncle, his own blood relative.

“Huh-ik… ik….”

Soon, Nanyoung’s face crumpled like a child letting out its first cry. Tears flowed again without even a moment to dry. Taerok rolled his tongue inside his mouth. He had thought he tasted saltiness as it was; it must have been the tears that had wet Nanyoung’s face.

Is it frightening? It must be frightening.

Taerok was composed even after having started this. Indeed, so much so that he wondered when he had ever been this rational in these last few years. For five years, to others, Taerok must have seemed like a man who had been rendered quiet by the misfortune and ill luck of losing his wife, but the truth inside was not so. It had been boiling all along. The surface was so calm that even Taerok himself had been momentarily deceived.

Only at this moment did he finally realize how out of his mind he had been all this time. Taerok took the exhausted Nanyoung to the cushioned seat. Only after lying down on the soft, plush cushion did Nanyoung come to his senses a little. It felt as if he was awake, yet not awake.

Taerok tapped the inside of Nanyoung’s knees—tap, tap—and settled himself between them. Nanyoung propped himself up on his elbows to raise his body, but the pain in his wrist made him collapse back down again.

“You’re exhausted, so stay still.”

Had his anger still not fully subsided?… Having only just learned a kiss that entwined tongues, Nanyoung could not imagine what was to follow. It wasn’t that he didn’t know the concept of sexual acts, but the knowledge he had acquired in fragments through spring pictures was completely different from reality. For one thing, spring pictures did not convey the taut tension like leather soaked in water and then dried, which arose after removing one’s clothes.

Taerok took off his outer robe. Then he even untied the ties of his jungchimak.

“U-Uncle….”

Still, Nanyoung pieced together that fragmentary scene with his loosely connected knowledge and intuition and grasped that the current situation was diverging into something else entirely.

Did this mean they could do something more than a kiss that entwined tongues? Of course it was possible, but it was not something an uncle and nephew should do.

“It bothered me from the beginning.”

Taerok murmured as he untied the ties of the much-too-large durumagi on Nanyoung’s body. With a few taps to the collar, it slipped easily down past his shoulders. What he wore inside was only thin nightclothes. Taerok stared piercingly at the thin cloth clinging damply to Nanyoung’s chest, soaked with a faint sweat, then tilted his head back.

“Ha….”

Taerok let out a long breath. Taking advantage of the moment he wasn’t looking at him, Nanyoung flipped his body over to escape. He tried to crawl forward, but his wrist wouldn’t help him.

“Ah…!”

He toppled forward with a scream. Taerok’s hand urgently shot out and caught Nanyoung’s chin. Thanks to that, he avoided slamming his chin on the floor, but Taerok’s lower body pressed flush against his own.

“Hi… hiik….”

Something thick and hot touched his buttocks. Even at the sound of Nanyoung crying out in alarm, Taerok was undeterred. He easily stripped off Nanyoung’s nightclothes trousers. Then he laid Nanyoung, who had slumped down, on his side. It was Taerok’s consideration to keep him from using his injured wrist, and aside from that, everything else was lust with all consideration entirely removed.

Taerok pressed his body close behind Nanyoung. The two people, in the same posture but with markedly different builds, pressed together.

Soseo—Minor Heat—the season when the sweltering heat begins. The room was tightly shut without a single gap open, and both Nanyoung and Taerok’s bodies were exceedingly hot. In that heat and the situation unfolding, Nanyoung only managed to exhale short, labored breaths—hah, hah. And finally, Taerok touched the thing standing demurely half-erect between Nanyoung’s white thighs. Whether it was half-erect due to fear, it was merely endearing, as if even it was sulking that it, too, was a cock.

“Did the Commander-General’s son suck your lower part as well, dear nephew?”

Even as he heard it, he could not comprehend what those words meant. Nanyoung grabbed and scratched at Taerok’s arm, which was pressing down across his chest. It was a pitiful strength.

“I asked if he sucked it.”

If he had, then at this very moment, he would go there, pry open the Commander-General’s son’s mouth, and tear out his tongue.

Taerok resolved this with a perfectly lucid rationality.

Nanyoung shook his head. Taerok did not ask if he was the first man to touch him here. The reaction made even that question unnecessary.

“Nanyoung. The seed of a king is important, but the seed of a grand prince is not.”

“U-Uncle. Don’t touch… don’t touch it….”

“You, dear nephew, will become my scandal.”

“Ha, haak… ak….”

“And this uncle will also become your scandal.”

Taerok gently caressed the skin of Nanyoung’s cock. There was not a single bit of stiff fleshiness, it was only utterly soft. Taerok focused on the tip rather than the shaft. When he pulled the thin skin down and uncovered it, Nanyoung’s whole body trembled violently, and he let out only dazed moans. Who on earth would see this and think he had just reached the age of coming-of-age?

“Perhaps because it’s your first time, it doesn’t get very wet. Of course, it had better be your first time….”

Or perhaps he was dehydrated from crying too much; the amount coming from the tip was scant. If he kept fondling it like this, it seemed it would hurt. Taerok reached out his hand. He went to the lamp, heedless of the heat, and scooped out some of the oil that filled it. He rubbed the shark oil into his hand until it was sufficiently slick, then touched Nanyoung’s member again.

“Ah! Ah… ah…!”

At that excessive warmth and slippery sensation, Nanyoung let out a scream-like moan. And then immediately stifled his breath. Still, he must be mindful of others’ eyes, being a grand prince. If so, he shouldn’t have come out for a night walk in the first place. The strength in Taerok’s hand increased further. He stroked up Nanyoung’s length as if wringing it from the root. Nanyoung’s knees repeatedly spread apart and drew together. Even if he tried to pull back to avoid the hand, Taerok was there. On the contrary, it was as if he was rubbing his body against Taerok’s groin.

“Ah, aah… ha… I-I’m scared. I’m scared….”

“You’ve never even masturbated….”

Nanyoung was afraid of the sensation of ejaculation. Taerok was dumbfounded. He was a virile man, and whether by masturbation or anything else, if he didn’t relieve his lust, he felt his body grow extremely heavy. He could not understand Nanyoung. Was this also because his body was weak? The grip strength in Taerok’s hand loosened slightly.

“Hua, aht!”

But on the contrary, wrapping more loosely around the head and rubbing was an even greater ordeal for Nanyoung. It was a pleasure that felt like an ordeal. Nanyoung tried to bite his lip, but his jaw kept falling open. The insides of his thighs trembled pitifully.

“Nanyoung.”

“Ah, aht… hu…!”

“The seed of a grand prince does not matter even if it spills uselessly.”

With that whisper, Nanyoung’s waist convulsed greatly.

Taerok caught Nanyoung’s ejaculation in his palm as if trying not to spill a single drop. On the contrary, he took that seed and rubbed the flesh that was still in the midst of ejaculating.

“Huaah! Ah! Ah! U-Uncle! Ah!”

Writhing in greater agony than when he reached his climax, Nanyoung struggled. It was as if Taerok, if Nanyoung had a limit, intended to push it further and cross the line—just as he had when he made him hold a wooden sword, and when he taught him archery.

Even as Nanyoung twisted only his upper body backward, grabbing Taerok’s collar and thrashing, Taerok did not stop.

“Ah, U-Uncle. Please! Please… ah! I… huk, I-I think I’m going to c-come…!”

Nanyoung begged. Taerok felt ecstasy at that, then stopped his hand. It was a cushioned seat, and it was not his own palace, but the villa of his former in-laws who had now become strangers.

Thanks to him barely stopping, Nanyoung felt as if he had been saved from the edge of a cliff. More than resentment toward his uncle who had started this act, the gratitude that he had stopped was greater. He slowly released the collar of Taerok he had been clutching and barely whispered. At the words “Thank you,” Taerok couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief.

He pulled back a little from behind Nanyoung, allowing him to lie down properly. Taerok looked at Nanyoung’s seed on his hand. From the looks of it, it didn’t seem he even masturbated, but even considering that, the amount was small. It was due to his weak constitution.

Taerok turned his gaze from his palm to Nanyoung’s face. Just from the sound of his breathing—se-aek, saek—it was easy to gauge that a fever would soon rise. Moreover, his wrist had swollen further. He was in a wretched state. Nevertheless, Taerok settled himself between Nanyoung’s legs.

“Ah….”

He had become even more exhausted than when he had first lain down here.

“Dear nephew, you are about to develop a fever.”