Struggle Chapter 82

“…What was that? It was just a frog?”

The servant assumed the sound he’d briefly heard had been a frog suddenly leaping out from the bushes, and scratched his head roughly. And then, thanks to that frog, he spotted his shears and, overjoyed, snatched them up at once and sauntered cheerfully away.

“Huh….”

Taerok, who had been keenly alert to any presence until just moments before, didn’t even notice the servant leaving. He, too, was simply shuddering down his spine. He, too, had nearly climaxed. He hadn’t ejaculated, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t reached a peak. Taerok shut his eyes tight against a pleasure so intense it made the hair on his nape stand on end and his vision go momentarily black.

“…Mmph, ah… nn…!”

Perhaps that was why. He couldn’t stop his hips, and his ears, which had been listening to the muttering beyond the window, missed the stifled moan.

Taerok, who had reached his peak while blocked deep inside, showed no mercy with his thrusts. He drove his hips up greedily, so that a jarring thud, thud sounded repeatedly. The noise was almost violent.

“Ungh, mmph, ack…!”

Nanyoung hadn’t come down from his peak, his mouth still covered by Taerok’s hand. It seemed to go on endlessly. And that was terrifying, and distant, and at the same time, a supreme pleasure that made him wish everything would just end like this.

His vision should have been pitch black, yet somehow it was growing brighter. With every thrust of Taerok’s hips, his stomach bulged to match that shape, twitching and convulsing without rest, and his legs had gone slack of their own accord, dangling pathetically. Nanyoung scratched at the back of Taerok’s hand and his wrist.

Uncle… Nanyoung murmured. There was no longer any need for deception. Ah, truly, he didn’t care what relation this man was to him. As long as he was simply Lee Taerok. He didn’t know how terrified he’d be again the moment this was over, so he wished this moment would simply never end.

“Ah… agh….”

With a fading sound, Nanyoung threw his head back. In contrast to Nanyoung, Taerok dropped his head forward with a jolt at the feel of the inner walls clenching as if to tear his member off.

“Haa, haa….”

Taerok gasped raggedly, gripping Nanyoung’s pelvis tightly. Though the breath had finally opened up, Nanyoung still couldn’t collect himself. His gripped pelvis felt like it might shatter, and the cock of the man driving into him—a man like a stud, just a brute for sex—showed no restraint even while ejaculating. Instead, with every retreat and entry, it squelched, only pulling deeper, deeper into the blocked interior.

“Hoo….”

Taerok shook his head, lifting his gaze. Then he halted his body just before burying his cock nearly all the way. Nanyoung trembled faintly at Taerok’s hips, which twisted and ground dully inside him as if stamping a final period.

Only then did his senses return. Taerok blinked dazedly. Then he lifted the hand that had been holding Nanyoung’s waist. Something—whether sweat, Nanyoung’s saliva, or tears, he couldn’t tell—had thoroughly soaked his palm. Though he couldn’t see it, as if staring right at it, he extended his tongue and licked his palm in a long stroke.

“You’re too cruel.”

At the voice that suddenly burst out, Taerok stopped his tongue.

“Too cruel. It was too… too hard.”

At the petulant tone, Taerok was dumbfounded. As if he were the only one. Nanyoung had been the one to reach out first. It was Nanyoung who, having had enough of fingers, had urged him to put his cock in.

“What do you expect from an intruder.”

Taerok spat out flatly in a hoarse, choked voice. He had pulled out a little, but half of Taerok’s length was still buried inside Nanyoung. The flesh gripping him twitched, and even without seeing it, Taerok knew Nanyoung was shaken.

With his still-wet hand, he stroked Nanyoung’s stomach. He swept it in one motion from the pit of his stomach down to where the crisp pubic hair began, then flicked his hand lightly in the air. He was confirming that he had properly ejaculated.

“If you had called for Sim Suhwan instead of Sim Eung at the start, someone truly would have seen blood tonight.”

“…There’s no way I would have called for Sim Suhwan.”

“Who knows. You might have summoned him at night like this. A man in the prime of his virility might well yearn for another man.”

“I’m telling you, no…!”

“No? Weren’t you the one who, because it was dark and you couldn’t see anything, embraced me without thinking of me as your uncle? That’s why you were so much softer.”

Only then did Taerok realize why his mood hadn’t improved even after ejaculation, why he still felt foul and displeased.

“Is any man fine, then?”

“I said no…!”

Nanyoung propped himself up on his elbows, still trembling with the afterglow of climax, and raised his torso.

“Do you know what? If my nephew had come to me saying he was curious about sodomy, I would have said I’d send a man to your room.”

Taerok thrust his face close to Nanyoung’s, who had drawn near to him, and growled. Though time had passed and sweat had trickled down, the acrid smell of soot still burned sharply between them.

“And then I would have blindfolded my nephew to darken his surroundings, and gone in myself, pretending to be another man.”

“…”

“If it were another man, if it had been someone else, you wouldn’t have done something so willingly whorish. With some other bastard, instead of getting aroused, you would have felt nothing but revulsion.”

Taerok’s mind was seething. It seemed the fire that had so suddenly started burning his grand private quarters, like heavenly retribution, had leaped into his head.

“Do you truly believe I was this a-aroused because it was some other man?”

Nanyoung, too, as someone who had been assaulted in his sleep, felt deeply wronged. Even though his body was still drained of strength and trembling like a newborn fawn, he had to speak his piece. His uncle was now bullying him as if he were a male prostitute, but it was Taerok himself who had been reduced to the role of a male prostitute. It was Nanyoung who had sold his body first, and Nanyoung was the only one who had sold his body.

“It’s not because you’re my uncle.”

Nanyoung spoke, struggling to suppress his emotions. He didn’t want to get overly agitated here. It felt too much like losing.

Without realizing it, Nanyoung had already stopped treating Taerok as a superior. The courtesy of deferring one’s opinion to an elder or refraining from arguing simply because they were above you no longer existed between them.

“It was because I simply thought of you as Lee Taerok and held you.”

“You….”

“Yes, and even that was a deception, so it seems I’ve treated my uncle as a mere stud, after all.”

Nanyoung ground out through clenched teeth.

“Since it’s not my uncle receiving payment for sex, but me. And yet, here you are, getting angry, my honored guest, and I’m worried you might cast me out without any sense of loyalty or conscience…!”

Taerok grabbed Nanyoung by the scruff of his neck and yanked him forward. Even while choking, Nanyoung glared at Taerok’s silhouette, swallowed by the darkness until it was darkness itself.

A long silence ensued. Nanyoung stared at Taerok without even blinking, until his eyes stung, then his lips quivered.

“You’re angry because I’m speaking to you like this, aren’t you?”

“…”

“I am too. I’m angry at you too, uncle. You frightened me. You’re always like this. You torment me first, and then you never actually let me get angry.”

The image of himself he was hearing from Nanyoung was profoundly unfamiliar. It was so childish that, had Taerok been more in his right mind and less cornered, he would have felt ashamed. It felt as if a thick fog before his eyes was slowly lifting. And the one who had done that was Nanyoung. Though this dense fog must have come from you, too.

From… this desire that covets you.

“Why are you angry at me?”

What roused Taerok was a voice as faint and strengthless as a soughing autumn breeze.

“Right now, you’re taking your anger out on me.”

Nanyoung raised his hand, still caught in Taerok’s grip. Taerok was prepared to take it even if it flew at his face, but the tightly clenched fist went not to Taerok’s cheek but to Nanyoung’s own eyes.

As if thinking Taerok wouldn’t see, Nanyoung roughly wiped his eyes, swallowed his sobs, and murmured.

“I’m not interested in other men either. I’m not even curious about other people. Other people don’t upset me like this. Only you, uncle, are mean to me, disgrace me, and I….”

I don’t know why I hate you so much and yet miss you so desperately, why I wanted, just once, to lie not with my uncle but with Lee Taerok. That I never wished for that either…. Nanyoung choked the words back down.

Taerok was somewhat stunned, as if he’d been punched by the fist Nanyoung had raised.

“Are you angry at me, or are you angry at yourself, uncle…?”

Nanyoung asked in a voice that was fading away.

That tone was terribly familiar to Taerok.

Ah… it was his brother’s tone. Taerok released Nanyoung’s collar and swept a hand over his own face.