Struggle Chapter 62

Taerok’s wet finger plunged deep between Nanyoung’s buttocks.

Nanyoung, whose dry chest was being licked, widened his eyes in surprise. Taerok, already anticipating what Nanyoung would do, clamped his hand over his nephew’s mouth.

Taerok let out a low chuckle. He had only inserted a single index finger, yet the place below was as narrow as the inside of a mouth, already pushing his hand out.

His chest heaved as he suppressed his moans. The eyes revealed above the concealed hand twisted wetly.

A soft body.

Yet the inside was firm and rigid.

Taerok exhaled, whoo. Nanyoung’s scream, having missed its timing, descended back below his throat and stirred in his lower belly. Knowing Nanyoung would no longer make loud noises, Taerok used the hand that had been covering his mouth to undo his own clothing, pulling out one arm at a time. Even during this, his index finger was rubbing and pressing up inside Nanyoung.

Nanyoung laid his arm over his face and panted heavily. It was a stubborn posture, as if refusing to look at Taerok. Watching Nanyoung like that, Taerok mischievously scraped the inside and withdrew his finger.

“…Eugh!”

Nanyoung glared at Taerok with resentful eyes. With his arm slightly lowered, only half his eyes visible—it wasn’t at all intimidating.

Taking the opportunity to withdraw his hand, Taerok stripped off all his upper garments entirely. Nanyoung couldn’t hide his shock at seeing Taerok’s body fully exposed. His eyes widened roundly, and in that expression, there wasn’t even a trace of the resentment from just moments ago. That reaction was so like Lee Nanyoung.

“Nanyoung. Will you suck your uncle’s finger again?”

Taerok languidly lowered his gaze and made a request—not quite a request—to Nanyoung, who was looking at him as if bewitched by his body.

When Taerok extended his hand, Nanyoung’s bare chest and Taerok’s tanned hand looked especially stark in contrast.

“I-I don’t want to… That finger went inside me and came out.”

“Is that so?”

Taerok had expected him to either insist further or, as before, shove his finger straight into Nanyoung’s mouth, but instead he readily agreed.

Instead, Taerok committed the act he had wanted to do ever since he had stripped Nanyoung’s clothes off.

“Ah…!”

A strangled moan burst from Nanyoung’s mouth. It was because Taerok had seized his chest, squeezing it as if crushing it. Nanyoung, his breath pressed down, exhaled in ragged, wheezing gasps, and Taerok simultaneously felt both sadistic desire and a tender affection that made him want to cherish the boy.

“Has the Third Son of the Deputy Commander ever touched your chest?”

Taerok asked. Nanyoung gripped Taerok’s wrist and forearm—which were pressing down firmly—and shook his head desperately.

By now, one might expect a plea, but Nanyoung retorted impudently.

“Conspiring with Sim Suhwan… you, uncle, and I are different…. No one has ever… touched my chest.”

It sounded almost as if Sim Suhwan were the better option, and Taerok, without a shred of conscience, found himself displeased. He muttered spitefully.

“Then your uncle is the first to touch it.”

“Huh…”

“Don’t let anyone else’s hands on you, Nanyoung.”

“Haa… Let go…”

“If you do, your uncle might just turn the horse’s head back toward the palace.”

“You wicked…!”

Nanyoung couldn’t hold back and cried out.

Would he slap his cheek again, he wondered. Apart from the pain, it had been rather entertaining. It seemed he didn’t even have the strength to raise his arm anyway.

Taerok released his hand. Nanyoung wrapped his arms around his chest and coughed. When he tried to roll onto his side, Taerok grabbed his waist and pulled him sharply.

“Ah!”

Before the startled Nanyoung could flee, Taerok pulled his legs up, hooked them over his own shoulders, and positioned him so that his buttocks were level with Taerok’s face.

“Ah, U-Uncle! Please…!”

“You don’t even know the art of the bedchamber, yet you know what I’m about to do?”

Nanyoung didn’t know the art of the bedchamber, but he understood that this position was far from ordinary.

Taerok swept his tongue across the inside of his mouth. His cheeks bulged and deflated in turn.

“Since you won’t suck my finger, I’ll have to wet it myself.”

Nanyoung understood what that meant with his body before his mind could grasp it.

In a panic, he grabbed a pillow that had been rolling nearby and covered his face. The pillow carried the same scent as Taerok’s clothes. Nanyoung buried his face in it and desperately suppressed the scream threatening to burst out.

Seeing him hold back his screams, it seemed he hadn’t come this far on mere bravado and poor resolve. Taerok thought this as he licked Nanyoung’s entrance with his tongue.

“Ugh… Uh… Eugh…!”

The muffled moans were swallowed by the pillow. Lee Taerok found those moans a pity. He gripped Nanyoung’s thighs—which rested on his shoulders—tightly, leaving finger marks to prevent him from carelessly lowering his hips, and then reached out. The pillow Nanyoung had been clutching as his last bastion flew far away under Taerok’s hand. It struck the door and fell limply.

“Watch closely.”

Taerok commanded, his tongue flicking.

“Not that you’ll ever have use for what you see.”

He looked more delighted than Nanyoung had ever seen him. He was clearly enjoying himself. And Nanyoung felt like he was dying because of it.

“Aah… Ah…!”

Taerok licked Nanyoung’s entrance persistently.

It was ticklish and wet. In truth, that was all the sensation should have been. The problem was the sight entering his eyes.

My uncle is licking my bottom. Nanyoung felt as if his head would explode at that fact. Taerok was displeased with Nanyoung’s sullen, limp member. It seemed the licking alone wasn’t enough to make him feel it yet. Rather, it was proof that Taerok was the first to touch him there, which was gratifying, but it was unpleasant that he maintained that stance—as if standing on the edge of hell—until the very end. This isn’t the time for you to fall into self-pity as if you’re the only one suffering here, Nanyoung.

“Hmph…!”

Taerok mischievously thrust his tongue deep inside Nanyoung. The inside, which his thick fingers had roughly scraped without consideration, now clamped down tightly on the tongue—so different from fingers, enveloped by soft yet firm muscles. Every time his tongue swept over the spots left burning from the scraping, Nanyoung’s knees flinched and tightened. Each time those knees squeezed his head, Taerok smiled, and his laughter tickled Nanyoung’s perineum.

“Ah… Ah…”

Nanyoung’s member began to rise. His moans gradually shifted from something like screams to sounds as if he were losing his breath. With every gulp, the muscles inside his thighs tensed, and Taerok had to constantly restrain himself from pulling his mouth away from the entrance and biting them.

“Augh…”

Just as Nanyoung bent his knees, pulling Taerok closer, and raised his chin. Taerok, feeling his tongue being squeezed by the convulsing entrance, finally pulled his lips away. He thought it had passed, but although Nanyoung’s member was dripping with pre-cum, he hadn’t climaxed.

“…I thought my nephew had no skill at all with his body, but it seems I was wrong.”

Taerok quietly admired the fact that Nanyoung had come easily just from having his bottom licked. He had no idea how many times the boy would prove himself praiseworthy. With the intention of rewarding such commendable behavior, he pressed his prominent nose against Nanyoung’s perineum and sucked noisily, from the testicles to the thin strip of skin in between.

“You barely have any body hair, and you came from having your backside licked. Nephew, it seems you wouldn’t be very popular with women—what will you do?”

Taerok’s teasing words didn’t even reach Nanyoung. Taerok giggled and spat out Nanyoung’s pubic hair with a ptui. Despite his prominent nose, the dark brows that followed like a dragon’s ridge, and his decadent eyes, his stubborn mouth gave him an ascetic air—but now, his face was thoroughly wet from licking Nanyoung’s bottom, making him look more vulgar than ever.

His philtrum and lips glistened. Taerok wiped his face with the back of his hand and lowered Nanyoung’s legs.

“Nanyoung.”

He called softly. Just from his voice alone, no one would ever guess that the two of them had been rolling around naked like this.

“Lee Nanyoung.”

Nanyoung only came to his senses at Taerok’s deep, resonant call.

Dazed as if he had been harshly struck without any preparation, Nanyoung awoke at Taerok’s voice and began to sob. It was simply because he had been so startled.

The picture books Nanyoung had seen never depicted anything like this. What he had seen was merely what the royal family had selectively shown to educate the royal relatives. No one had ever thought to teach a royal relative how to perform oral sex on someone.

Taerok had never performed oral sex on anyone either. This was his first time. Having tried it for the first time, he had found it enjoyable and could have done it much more. I cherish you this much, so why are you crying? While making me feel so fond of you.