Struggle Chapter 66

Taerok let out a short laugh. It was an honest body. Taerok now knew where Nanyoung liked it, where he was sensitive, and what he feared. The spot where Nanyoung felt the most was very deep inside, and the next was the entrance. At the entrance, his reaction was greater when withdrawing than when pushing in.

Unaware that his uncle was observing him so closely, Nanyoung was preoccupied with pleasuring himself. Every time that thick, long thing thrust deep from behind, it felt as if it were pushing something out from inside him. Pushing and pushing until, eventually, it seemed it would push out something other than seed.

“Ah!”

Nanyoung’s eyes flew open. Then, suddenly, he began pushing against the floor with his elbows, desperately trying to escape.

“What now.”

At this utterly absurd attempt, Taerok’s face clouded with displeasure. As he leaned forward, following Nanyoung’s body, his weight drove him even deeper. Nanyoung shuddered violently.

“W-wait a moment. Uncle… I…”

The time was dawn. It was well past the hour when one’s bladder would be full. Having passed the period when day and night were equal, the days were now gradually growing shorter. The time Nanyoung’s bladder had been full would have been that much longer as well. Taerok sneered.

“Our Nanyoung, do you need to piss?”

Nanyoung’s eyes widened. His lips trembled. The shame was indescribable.

“Ha… Your uncle needs to piss too.”

“Ah, ah, ah… No, no.”

So frightened was he that Nanyoung’s voice shook again and again.

Taerok had no intention of doing such a thing inside Nanyoung. He merely wanted to humiliate him.

Originally, Taerok’s lovemaking was taciturn and efficient. No frills, no unnecessary obscene talk. But with Nanyoung, Taerok was discovering sides of himself he hadn’t known existed. For instance, a tendency to make his partner as tense as possible.

“Shhh…”

Taerok laid Nanyoung completely prone and whispered into his ear. Nanyoung’s face turned ashen.

“Shhh… Nanyoung.”

One might think, he’s not a child, would he really fall for that?—but it’s different when you have something like a club lodged inside you, pressing against your belly.

Nanyoung shook his head frantically. Taerok rubbed his lips against the spine that was finally exposed. It was eerily gentle. Having been relentlessly pressured the entire time, that tender caress felt instead like a snake slithering across his skin.

The limit was approaching. Nanyoung struggled to push Taerok away. But could he? Nanyoung thrashed about wildly, then finally burst into tears and cried out.

“I-if you do this, I’ll never see you again, Uncle!”

That was all he could manage to say through his tears.

So what if you don’t see me? Isn’t it you who’d be the one missing out? He could have said that, but in that moment, the words wouldn’t come.

The weight pressing down on his back lifted briefly, and Nanyoung took the chance to shove his elbow into Taerok’s shoulder. No—he struck him.

“Ah.”

Taerok let out a dazed moan and rolled back. It stung quite a bit.

Thanks to that, what had been inside Nanyoung slipped out—heavy, hot, and wet. At that horrifying sensation, Nanyoung arched his back like a cat for a moment, trembling, then staggered to his feet and ran out.

The sound of Nanyoung relieving himself came from beyond the door he hadn’t even managed to close properly. Taerok watched through the crack and let out a short, “Huh,” with a laugh.

His cock, freed from Nanyoung’s warm insides, was still hard. Taerok rubbed the back of his neck, cracking it lightly, then rose from his spot. With every step he took, what had risen to his navel swung heavily.

“…”

The stream of Nanyoung’s piss had not yet ceased. Whether from shame or because his trembling knees could barely hold him, Nanyoung was biting his lip hard. He didn’t even notice Taerok approaching.

“You’ll hurt yourself.”

Saying this, Taerok tapped Nanyoung’s lip. Just as Nanyoung, having finished his business, turned his head, Taerok stood behind him, spread his buttocks, and thrust deep inside.

“There’s something else in the chamber pot too. I’ll take care of it for you, so you won’t be embarrassed, nephew.”

That “something else” was his seed.

Taerok rubbed the head of his cock teasingly against the perfectly loosened, swollen entrance.

“Aaah!”

Caught off guard, penetrated by Taerok in an unexpected place at an unexpected time, Nanyoung could only cling to the bedpost and weep.

It was time for the servants to come. Taerok stayed inside Nanyoung even while keeping his senses sharp to his surroundings. Veins stood out on his nape. The same went for his forehead and forearms.

“Ah… Truly. Truly, wonderful.”

Taerok smiled, his jaw clenched so tight that his masseter muscles bulged.

Not long after, Nanyoung, who had been clawing at the bedpost, came into the chamber pot. At the wet sound, Nanyoung wept again. After crying that much, you still have more tears to shed? Taerok found it fascinating. It seems my stone-hearted nephew has a body full of water, he thought, as he ejaculated deep inside Nanyoung.

∞ ∞ ∞

Because Nanyoung threatened—more of an implied threat than a direct one—that the servants must not find out, and that he would hang himself if they did, Taerok had to order the bath prepared as if he were washing alone and dismiss all the servants.

In fact, it worked out well for him. He was able to enter the bath with Nanyoung to erase the traces of two people having used it.

He probably hadn’t expected it to come to this.

Taerok watched Nanyoung, who was crouched in front of him, determined to stay as far away as possible, and the marks he had left on that back.

Drip, drip… The sound of water falling. It was from the ends of Nanyoung’s hair.

“How long are you going to stay like that?”

“…If possible, until I die.”

“It’s not as if the servants caught us, so why are you talking about dying again?”

“It’s how I feel.”

“If you truly felt that way, you’d have shown yourself to the servants too. Don’t tease your uncle, Nanyoung.”

“…”

That’s the problem.

Nanyoung was appalled by his uncle’s brazenness.

Taerok spoke of himself as “uncle” as if nothing had happened. Every time he spoke, Nanyoung’s entire body and mind lurched at the thought that he had lain with his own blood relative, yet Taerok seemed utterly unbothered. How could he? His uncle, whom he had always held close, regarded as his only companion and teacher, now felt impossibly distant.

“Come here.”

“…Why?”

Nanyoung turned his head slightly over his shoulder. His eyes were full of distrust. Taerok was incredulous. He came here of his own accord, and now he looks at me as if I’m some scoundrel who seduced and took advantage of an innocent person.

“To get what’s inside out.”

“…”

“Or, do you want to have your uncle’s baby, nephew?”

At those words, Nanyoung turned ashen. He had plenty to be startled about. Taerok covered his mouth and yawned.

Nanyoung turned around and approached with a reluctant expression. Taerok pulled him close and sat him firmly between his legs.

“Hold onto my shoulders.”

“…”

Still, he obeyed. It seemed that what he had grown accustomed to since childhood had remained in his body like a habit. Upon realizing that anew, Taerok felt himself stirring again. He hadn’t done it many times, after all. He feared he might lose his temper.

Under the water, Taerok kneaded Nanyoung’s buttocks.

“Only here is pleasantly plump.”

“Plump…”

That was hardly the case. Taerok’s words were full of exaggeration. Nanyoung was about to protest but clamped his mouth shut, realizing his uncle was deliberately provoking him.

When Nanyoung didn’t take the bait, Taerok, with a nonchalant hmph, spread his buttocks apart. The force with which he pried them open, like splitting an apple, was so rough that Nanyoung let out an “Ah!” in surprise.

“You’re too small for my hands, Nanyoung.”

“…I can’t exactly adjust to you.”

“You might.”

“There’s no way…”

“Things always adjust to the hand that touches them. Even horn thimbles fit the hand over time.”

At that, Nanyoung felt a foreboding sense of dread. Things adjust to the hand that touches them? Wasn’t this the first and last time?

Frightened, he couldn’t bring himself to ask. As Nanyoung hesitated for a moment, Taerok thrust his middle and index fingers deep into his entrance.

“Ah…!”

Nanyoung flinched, hunching his shoulders.

“Relax.”