Struggle Chapter 63

Taerok laid Nanyoung’s legs, still sobbing loudly, over his own thighs. After letting them slip off to the side one at a time, he wrapped his arms around Nanyoung’s back. He couldn’t be bothered with the clothes, so he let them slide down along his arms. As he embraced Nanyoung, the very one who had made him cry, Taerok—as if he were the only one who could soothe him—held him tightly, and Nanyoung wept like a child.

“Waaah… Hng…”

But what a cruel twist.

If Nanyoung were in his right mind, the very place he should flee from first was Taerok’s embrace.

Taerok patted Nanyoung’s back with rough, clumsy strokes. While soothing him, his lips repeatedly made chup, chup sounds against Nanyoung’s shoulder, pressing and releasing.

“Don’t do that…”

Even amid his tears, Nanyoung clung tightly, as if afraid he might lose Taerok, and pleaded.

“Please don’t torment my brother… His Majesty our King… He’s a good person…”

Oh dear, nephew.

Taerok couldn’t help but laugh.

Did he not know that being a “good person” could itself be a disqualifying flaw? He was clever—how could he not know? He was pretending not to. Taerok gently bit Nanyoung’s earlobe, not enough to hurt, and whispered against it.

“A king, by nature, should not be a good person—he should be a fearsome presence.”

“Huuuh…”

“And if one can do something, and has the means to do it, yet refrains from doing it—is that not simply laziness? What do you think, nephew?”

“I don’t know. I don’t understand…! It’s all just your greed, Uncle…!”

Taerok, leaving Nanyoung’s legs splayed apart, reached out and retrieved his waist cord. Nanyoung, distracted by his tearful pleading, had no idea. If the message was “don’t harbor treasonous thoughts just because I licked your bottom,” then this was a deal that didn’t add up at all. Taerok wound the cord tightly around his hand, then pulled it taut with his fingers.

“You’re right. It is my greed.”

“Huh… Ah!”

“So I have no intention of going easy on my nephew either.”

Taerok muttered sternly, then loosely tied the base of Nanyoung’s member. He then rose and laid Nanyoung down on his back. Hovering fully over him, he unfastened his own trousers. Late summer had given way to early autumn, and the nights had grown noticeably longer. Bad news for my nephew. With a self-deprecating thought, he removed Nanyoung’s hairpin and loosened his headband, whispering.

“Tonight, I won’t offer you the kindness of covering your eyes, Nanyoung.”

∞ ∞ ∞

Just as Nanyoung had felt how thick Taerok’s fingers were, Taerok realized how tight Nanyoung’s insides were. His mouth had been the same, and so had his belly. The inside was narrow, and the spots that felt pleasure were located in such finicky places that, after a single light touch, the front had gone limp and refused to rise.

Nevertheless, Taerok carefully worked open the space between Nanyoung’s legs. It didn’t matter if he felt nothing. In truth, it would be fine even if Nanyoung cried in pain. The more it hurt, the harder it would be to forget.

Nanyoung, though somewhat nauseated, was enduring better than expected, merely panting. Watching him, Taerok gave a small laugh.

“Your uncle is doing all the work.”

Taerok abruptly pulled Nanyoung’s limp hand. As a result, his upper body lifted slightly. Nanyoung’s hand, guided by Taerok, touched his uncle’s erection.

“…”

Shock flooded Nanyoung’s expression. What he had managed to endure was only a finger. He hadn’t considered anything like this. Though he shook his head violently, Taerok didn’t release his hand. Instead, he forcibly moved it, rubbing it against his own member.

“Ha…”

Taerok let out a low laugh. Nanyoung couldn’t even smile. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Taerok’s.

He had never seen another man’s member. Not even Suhwan’s. He had never been curious, and whenever he thought of seeing another man’s, he felt annoyance or disgust at being shown something he didn’t want to see, rather than curiosity or desire.

That was how it was in his head.

But the mere fact that it belonged to Lee Taerok—his uncle—made Nanyoung unable to look away.

Soon, Taerok bowed his head deeply, shoulders shaking with laughter. Then he thrust another finger deep into Nanyoung’s entrance, driving it in with all the force of his wrist and arm, as if hammering it in.

“Ah!”

Nanyoung jolted as if struck by lightning. Taerok purred.

“Who is this nephew, flinching inside just from touching his uncle’s member, I wonder?”

It was astonishingly lewd. Taerok was literally astounded. He wasn’t even feeling pleasure, yet he flinched inside just from having his member touched.

Taerok’s movements grew faster and more intense. It wasn’t only the hand wrapped around Nanyoung’s to make him grip Taerok’s member. The hand thrusting into Nanyoung was the same. The sounds of thud, thud mixed with wet, squelching noises. Nanyoung was bewildered by the visual shock and the impact of being driven into from inside. Taerok’s member looked like his own, and the sensations Taerok must be feeling felt as if they were his own.

“Ah… Ah…”

Though he still couldn’t feel anything from behind, Nanyoung’s front began to rise. As it rose, the cord that had been loose while it was limp began to tighten around him.

“Ah, no! Ah!”

Nanyoung tried to pull it off with the hand that had been bracing against the floor. But as his hand flailed a few times, Taerok was already ready to stop him.

Nanyoung didn’t understand why he was suddenly using both hands to undo the knot. He hadn’t noticed that Taerok had let go of his hand, nor that the hand thrusting inside him had been withdrawn. Taerok propped up Nanyoung’s popliteal hollow and pressed.

“Ah, ah!”

Nanyoung’s lower body jerked upward. His upper body was pressed down, and his pale white buttocks spread open before Taerok’s eyes. Lee Taerok smacked his lips crudely. There was a single mole on his pale thigh. It captured Lee Taerok’s attention excessively.

Taerok gave Nanyoung no time to adjust his position. With the intent of aligning his own thigh with that mole, he brought the tip of his member to Nanyoung’s somewhat reluctantly loosened entrance.

“Un—Ah! Un…cle…!”

The thick, vein-ridged mass of flesh rubbed against the tender skin of his entrance between his buttocks, thrusting near it several times before withdrawing. The opening quivered and clenched. When it gaped and relaxed, Taerok pushed his member in, puh-uk, forcing it to swallow him. He fed his own cock to Lee Nanyoung.

“…”

Nanyoung was too shocked to even scream. Only after feeding himself to Nanyoung did Taerok lower his lower body somewhat, yet Nanyoung was still in a position no different from being turned upside down.

Taerok knew it was his first time, but he showed no mercy. Had he not offered his entire body instead of treason? If so, then the resolve to harbor treasonous intent should be equally wicked, filthy, and heavy. If Nanyoung had come without considering that, then that in itself was reason enough for him to be punished.

“Ugh, ah! Ah, ah!”

Nanyoung couldn’t even think of stifling his voice as he gasped out moans. In any case, his breath was so compressed that the sounds didn’t come out loud anyway. Taerok grabbed Nanyoung’s ankles and thrust in precisely and resolutely. The ankles trembled, and the toes that curled and uncurled this way and that were adorably tiny.

“Ha… It’s about as enjoyable… as harboring treasonous thoughts, Nanyoung.”

Even as Taerok spoke the very words Nanyoung so desperately wanted to hear, Nanyoung couldn’t hear them. Taerok nibbled gently at Nanyoung’s toes, the tops of his feet, and his ankle bones. Teeth marks remained. Nanyoung didn’t even feel the pain. He was simply dizzy.

“Aaah, ah… It hurts… Un…cle… the front… this thing in front, please…”

The front that couldn’t climax, and Taerok’s member that kept driving into places his fingers couldn’t reach—from his tailbone to his cervical spine, it felt as if a giant were treading on him, a creeping, chilling sensation—all of it was too much for Nanyoung to endure.

Taerok looked at Nanyoung’s member, flushed a deep pink. Even that part of Lee Nanyoung was beautiful. It looked more desirable than the Royal Jade Seal. Lee Taerok had come to harbor something more frightening than treasonous ambition in his heart.

“Lee Nanyoung, you made me like this.”

Taerok unhesitatingly blamed his nephew. He gripped Nanyoung’s thighs firmly and, while still buried inside, ground his hips.

“Huuugh, ah. Ah! D-don’t do that… Ah! It’s weird… Uncle. Haaah, ngh…!”

Nanyoung gritted his teeth and raised his chin. His nape trembled as if he were about to shiver. The tip of Nanyoung’s urethral opening twitched. What needed to come out couldn’t, and pooled inside, leaving Nanyoung to scratch frantically at his own chest. Taerok seized both his hands and pinned them to the floor.