Struggle Chapter 65

Nanyoung swatted Taerok’s hand away. Taerok checked that the bleeding had stopped before even registering that his hand had been struck. The thin summer blanket had done its job well—the bleeding had ceased. Still, the smeared bloodstains and swollen lips stirred something in Taerok, making him wonder if the boy himself harbored some strange proclivity.

No, that wasn’t it. He had never stopped being stirred in the first place. Lee Taerok was not a man whose sexual appetite could be quenched by a single round.

Taerok tapped Nanyoung’s shoulder. In an instant, Nanyoung was laid flat on his back again. Taerok positioned himself between Nanyoung’s legs, then lifted his thighs onto his shoulders. It was the same posture as when he had persistently licked his entrance, and Nanyoung twisted his waist, but there was no escaping Taerok’s arms, which were like great old tree trunks.

“St-stop it. You already did it…!”

“Nephew, you’re truly not fit for marriage. Just because you’ve done it once, does your cock go soft? Mine hasn’t gone soft at all—it’s quite a predicament.”

Taerok’s obscene talk didn’t end there. Nor was he satisfied with merely pounding lewd words into Nanyoung’s ears. He raised himself up so that Nanyoung could see his own lower body, just as he had when licking his entrance. Then, spreading his buttocks apart, he thrust his index and middle fingers deep into Nanyoung’s loosened opening.

“Especially with you, nephew—the second time seems like it will taste even better than the first.”

It was vulgar speech that could never be heard within the palace walls.

Taerok stirred the inside of Nanyoung’s hole. When he withdrew his hand, his two thick, overlapping fingers were slick and wet with a white fluid.

“If you were a woman, nephew, you would have conceived my child today.”

Taerok spoke in an ordinary tone as he trampled upon the bonds of kinship—filthier than mud caked on a sinner crawling out of a pit.

“And upon hearing that news, I would not let you leave my chambers. I would wait ten full months, ensuring no one could come near—not even to the small annex—until you gave birth.”

“Ah, I won’t listen. I won’t hear it… Uncle…”

“And if it’s a girl, Hyoyeong; if a boy, Juyeong… Shall I name them that?”

Nanyoung covered his ears entirely. Taerok gave him a deep eye-smile and lowered his legs.

His effort to turn away was admirable. Even if he fled, where could he go? Could he make it out to the corridor? You are naked, my seed is inside you, you are a Grand Prince, and I am a Grand Prince too.

You won’t be able to leave. Because Lee Nanyoung, as he himself had said, is a loyal subject.

Taerok grabbed Nanyoung’s ankle as he tried to crawl away on his hands and knees and pulled him back sharply. Without mercy for the prostrate figure beneath him, he grabbed and spread his buttocks. Just bringing the tip of his member to the slightly swollen entrance made his crown tingle.

“I am genuinely curious.”

Taerok pressed his lips to Nanyoung’s ear and whispered.

“Which is the greater sin—a disloyal subject who dreams of treason, or the crime of incest, lying with one’s own nephew?”

Nanyoung wept at what was spreading and entering him. In his tears, he couldn’t even think which was greater. All that mattered in that moment was what was filling his belly.

∞ ∞ ∞

When Nanyoung briefly woke at dawn, he was horrified to find that Taerok’s member was still inside him. Lifting his eyelids was a struggle, and withdrawing what was buried deep inside him like a stake seemed even more impossible. Yet his belly felt so heavy, and he could feel the entrance it touched drying stickily—he desperately wanted to escape.

“Ugh…”

Nanyoung moaned and squirmed.

Because Taerok was pressed tightly against Nanyoung, who lay on his side, withdrawing was all the more difficult. To escape this situation, Nanyoung would have to lift his body upward while simultaneously crawling forward. But every joint felt as if it had been loosened, and he had no strength at all. Pushing his thighs apart would make it easier, but that would surely wake Taerok.

“Do you think one round is enough? Get a grip.”

It was Taerok who, when Nanyoung had tried to push him away in exhaustion, had grabbed his wrist and sternly rebuked him. He didn’t know when Taerok had lost consciousness, but if he woke and found Nanyoung awake, he would certainly want to go again. Even though it was his first time with Taerok, he was certain of that.

“Huff, ugh…”

Nanyoung squeezed his eyes shut. There was no choice but to rub his knees together and inch forward as if pushing against the silk mattress.

And behind him, Taerok slowly opened his eyes.

He saw his nephew’s struggling back. His hair was a mess. Because of his thick mane, his nape and spine were barely visible. An impulse surged to part that hair with his lips and bite the hidden nape. But he wanted to watch Nanyoung’s efforts a little longer, so he held back.

“Ha…”

He couldn’t tell if this was an escape attempt or if Nanyoung was comforting himself with Taerok’s cock.

Taerok’s member gradually began to stiffen. Whether because Nanyoung was still inexperienced or because his insides were swollen, he remained unaware.

Taerok eventually rested his head on his arm. Then, with his fingertips, he traced down Nanyoung’s spine—just as Nanyoung had barely managed to withdraw all but a third of him.

“Hwaah!”

Startled, Nanyoung clenched down hard and trembled. Taerok frowned at the pressure, so tight it felt as if he might be severed.

“Are you trying to mold your uncle’s cock into a carved shape from memory?”

Taerok asked in a voice thick with drowsiness.

And before Nanyoung could process those words, Taerok wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him down hard.

“Ngh… Ah!”

Suddenly pierced deep in his belly, Nanyoung curled up, clutching his stomach. Taerok was not one to wait for him to stop trembling from the shock. He slipped the arm that had been resting under his head beneath Nanyoung’s neck, wrapped it over his shoulder, pulled him close against his own body, and lifted the backs of Nanyoung’s knees.

“I-I don’t want this…!”

“Why? Because it’s the posture dogs piss in?”

Taerok exhaled forcefully and thrust deep up into Nanyoung.

Above his navel bulged out, then receded. Since his hands were still clutching his belly, Nanyoung felt it and turned ashen.

His startled body stiffened like stone. Even with Nanyoung’s body turned to wood, Taerok found himself absurdly aroused. That even such an unresponsive body could make him this randy.

“Haaah! Ah! Ah! W-wait a moment!”

“What the hell…”

Taerok muttered, shaking his head lightly. It was the kind of excitement that turned his mind red. Nanyoung was pressing down on his belly because he didn’t like it bulging. The tip of his glans, as if blocked, was wrapped and compressed by something firm yet soft.

As much as Taerok was aroused, Nanyoung was helplessly feeling it too. His own actions were causing him to feel pleasure to the point of pain. Pressing his belly naturally increased the pressure, and precisely at that point was where Nanyoung felt it so intensely it frightened him. It seemed Nanyoung still didn’t quite recognize it as pleasure, though.

“Huuuh, huff… Don’t, don’t go so… so deep, Uncle…”

Nanyoung whimpered.

“You know about that now too?”

Taerok asked with a low laugh, his tone patronizing. With the hand hooked behind his knee, he swept deep into Nanyoung’s inner thigh and groin, then struck with a sharp smack. Nanyoung raised his chin and trembled. It was a lewd act that was never taught in the palace’s lessons on the union of clouds and rain.

“How far did it go in?”

Taerok asked, licking Nanyoung’s cheek at length.

“Where is your uncle’s thing at right now, Nanyoung…”

Instead of answering, Nanyoung fumbled at his belly with feverish, agitated hands. Taerok grew excited at the sight. The way he fumbled at his belly was as if…

“You… don’t leave this spot.”

Nanyoung didn’t hear that whisper. Taerok had thrust in deep and pressed down.

Nanyoung’s member rose and leaked pre-cum. His hands, which had been clasped over his belly, were now descending. To masturbate.

Taerok found the sight both absurd and endearing, so he let it be. His hands were clumsy, as if he rarely touched himself. Taerok watched Nanyoung’s hand movements closely as he thrust into every corner inside him.

He hit shallow spots, and deep spots too. He deliberately teased at the entrance. Nanyoung trembled at the chin, letting out dazed moans, and depending on where he was being thrust, he would either grip his cock tightly or shake it quickly. Other times, he touched it gently—as if it hurt.

“Heh…”