Struggle Chapter 71

Taerok sneered. Lust didn’t fall into any of those three categories. He intended to let Nanyoung know what he had learned after leaving the palace. There was absolutely no need to stand on ceremony here. What of it, a mere royal kinsman? What of it, a Grand Prince?

Taerok’s mind, which had perpetually felt as dull as though he were living a life worse than death, was suddenly bursting in full, vivid color. It was entirely because of Nanyoung. And so, even now, sucking Nanyoung’s cock, he was insanely happy.

“Hah, don’t do that. Doing that, that’s not, ah—… ngh!”

Taerok turned his head until his cheek bulged, glanced at Nanyoung, and then pushed his head down even deeper.

“Aah! Ah, ah!”

It was excessive stimulation for Nanyoung. He tried to grab Taerok’s hair and pull him away, but unable to overcome the pleasure, he instead pressed him down harder.

“…Gck.”

Taerok coughed shallowly. Yet he did not pull his head away. Instead, he opened his throat, trying to swallow Nanyoung’s long, slender cock.

Naturally, this was the first time for this. Taerok had never coupled with a man. Though he had done night watches and overseen training, seeing the naked bodies of countless men, he had certainly never once been aroused. On the contrary, the sight of their sweat-streaked bodies would first bring to mind a stuffy, oppressive feeling that turned his stomach.

So why was Lee Nanyoung’s cock so sweet? Even the precum flowing out so freely was sweet. Was it because it was mixed with blood? Because the taste of Nanyoung’s seed might be similar to his own? He would have to check someday. He would have to make Nanyoung take his own into his mouth, and then spill his seed onto that red tongue to taste it. Wondering if his was this sweet too.

“Ahhk, ah! Ah!”

Nanyoung’s hips bucked wildly. Taerok, whose airway was blocked and head was spinning, was also twitching unconsciously. It was a movement of the hips similar to when he had been thrusting into Nanyoung’s hole.

“Ah…!”

Nanyoung clutched Taerok’s hair tightly and threw his head completely back. His hips also lifted clear off the floor. Taerok raised his head slightly, letting Nanyoung’s seed pool on his tongue.

“…”

“Haa, ha… ha-ah….”

Nanyoung had turned his head to the side and was breathing raggedly. Taerok rolled Nanyoung’s seed around in his mouth, clearly tasting it, then gulped it down.

“…I hate you, Uncle.”

Nanyoung, who had been on the verge of tears, finally murmured. His voice had a metallic edge to it. Taerok’s tongue swept the inside of his mouth, chasing the slick sensation still remaining. His cheek bulged obscenely and then quickly hollowed again.

“It feels like… I’ll have to keep doing this, this sort of thing… forever.”

“On the contrary, I want to ask you. How long were you planning to do it?”

Taerok lifted Nanyoung into his arms. Nanyoung didn’t even have the strength to struggle. Taerok left the main guest room, now soiled with bedding, and went into the room across the hall. He then propped Nanyoung against the wall and personally laid out a bed for him.

“Until you, Uncle, stop having those kinds of feelings for His Majesty.”

“Is that so? Then I suppose I’ll have to harbor treasonous intentions until I die.”

At those words, Nanyoung whipped his head around to look at Taerok. Taerok pulled Nanyoung down and laid him on the bed, then placed a wooden pillow under his head. The weather was hotter than yesterday, and now, with the sun high in the sky, just staying pressed together like this was stifling. Surely I remember Uncle detesting the heat…. Nanyoung found the clinging Taerok uncomfortable, and also… his body, having spent all that time waiting for him and looking at his back, couldn’t help but welcome this warmth, which made him feel like crying.

“…I will hate you, Uncle.”

“Go ahead. But let’s hate me after you’ve had some sleep first.”

“Even after I wake up, that feeling won’t change.”

It sounded like a child’s pledge. Taerok smirked.

“An unchanging heart, how nice.”

Taerok slowly patted Nanyoung’s chest. This wasn’t the time, but Nanyoung’s eyes gradually closed. If I act like this, you’ll just think it’s a child’s sulking, but I’m serious.

Even from the moment Taerok had stripped him of his clothes, Nanyoung didn’t realize that he could never be a child to him anymore, and he was slowly pulled into sleep.

“Can’t you just… live plainly with me…? Just as a Grand Prince….”

Those were the last words he barely managed to utter.

Taerok’s expression as he looked at Nanyoung’s profile, who soon closed his eyes and fell asleep, breathing softly with a slight fever, was unreadably firm.

∞ ∞ ∞

Taerok used Nanyoung’s fever as an excuse, and then the conveniently falling rain as an excuse, not sending him away. Even though Nanyoung’s residence was not that far from his own, he kept him close as if he were a child left by the waterside, not letting him out of his sight. Because of this, the household servants of Nanyoung’s residence and the household servants of Taerok’s residence all wagged their tongues about how much Grand Prince Baegan doted on his nephew.

However, an old eunuch who had watched over Taerok for a long time knew that this doting was quite different from the doting others gossiped about.

Every dawn, the eunuch employed someone to carry a bundle of bedding on an A-frame and leave the palace gate. He would take it to his own house in the eunuch village and employ tight-lipped men, or those who couldn’t speak at all, to wash the bedding. He was relieved it was still the thinner kind, but if autumn grew ripe and the wind turned cold, how would he manage the time then? That worry kept the eunuch awake at night.

On the third day since Grand Prince Heonui had been staying, it was also the third day of secretly spiriting away the bedding to wash and stuff it anew at a private residence.

“Elder, as it’s the rainy season, the mattress pad is not drying at all. What are we to do?”

At the servant’s question, tinged with dismay, the eunuch rubbed his forehead. The characteristically thin skin of a eunuch crumpled under his fingertips.

Over the servant’s shoulder, wearing a straw rain cape, came the sound of heavy raindrops, thud, thud. The same went for the drops falling from the eaves. The floor was damp, and even laid out on the heated flue floor, the dampness wouldn’t leave the mattress pad easily.

“We’ll have to put in new filling.”

The eunuch murmured as if sighing.

“There’s no other way, is there?”

The servant also kept his mouth firmly shut.

There was no way the eunuch could have made such seed-soaked bedding, so it had to belong to someone. And if it was a person of such stature that he had to personally employ someone to secretly hide it on an A-frame and bring it out, wasn’t it obvious who it was? But a servant only has one life and one tongue, so he too kept his mouth firmly shut.

With a bitter taste in his mouth, the eunuch finally turned away. Looking at the thick, dark clouds covering the sky heavily, as if a cotton blanket had arrived earlier than the season, it seemed the late summer monsoon would not easily pass.

∞ ∞ ∞

“Aah…!”

Because of two fingers pushed into his mouth, Nanyoung couldn’t even close it and was helplessly letting out nothing but moans.

The current position was the one Nanyoung hated the most. It was a position where he lay on his side and his uncle pressed behind him, inserted. The shape of his upper leg hitched over his uncle’s arm or leg, lifted up, was as vulgar as a dog. Even his erect cock was swinging and exposed without any concealment. Furthermore, something he hadn’t known before, his uncle seemed to have very filthy tastes, as he had placed a mirror in front of Nanyoung and told him to watch closely. And so, he was making him watch the sight of his own cock swaying, and his uncle’s prick plunging in and out of his entrance with a wet, squelching sound.

“I, I want to put that away. Please put it away…”

“Hmm… I don’t want to.”

Even with Nanyoung’s pleas, Taerok didn’t grant them. He resented him. Nanyoung sobbed and scratched at his thigh. It only created new scratches over the already existing nail marks; Taerok didn’t even flinch.

“Hnk…!”

Instead, he only rammed himself in so deep that it momentarily took Nanyoung’s breath away.

By now, Nanyoung swallowed Taerok’s member quite well. Taerok’s length was inside Nanyoung with only about a knuckle’s length left out. Even so, it had already reached the walls of Nanyoung’s intestines. It felt like it could go deeper, but Nanyoung would cry every time, so every attempt ended in failure.

“D-don’t do that…”

On the verge of tears, Nanyoung turned his head over his shoulder and stroked Taerok’s cheek. That action was unconsciously obscene.

Taerok’s gaze followed the hand sliding down his cheek. He watched it slowly from the corner of his eye, and as the hand was about to fall away entirely, he abruptly caught it and made it wrap around his own neck.

“Aah…!”

His body suddenly twisted, forcing Nanyoung to lie down. Consequently, his upper and lower body were wrenched around.

“Ah, it hurts!”

“I know very well how flexible my nephew is. This much is just fussing.”

Even as he spoke, Taerok also lay back. But for Nanyoung, that was worse. Lying on top of Taerok as if he were a bed, Taerok crammed his monstrous penis up inside Nanyoung.

“Ugh, uugh…”

Nanyoung trembled. Taerok tightly pinned down his shaking chest with both arms, hugging him hard.

“It’s because your stomach hurts, right?”