SAFBIAN Ch 46

Chapter 46

TW(Noncon/sexual violence)

 

“So now you’re fine with me just pounding your ass. Impressive. What were you trying to impale with your back so arched in the air like that?”

Dori’s pupils quivered violently.

It was happening again.

Each time Haban humiliated him in places like this, Dori’s nose tingled and his eyes burned. But he knew it was no use crying. Dori bit down on his lips and swallowed his sorrow.

At some point, the number of fingers had increased.

Though slightly swollen from the daily bouts of intercourse, the hole had loosened easily thanks to their continued session until morning. The inner flesh clung tightly as if resisting, but the moist interior suggested it was ready.

After withdrawing his fingers, Haban smeared the sticky fluid pooled at Dori’s tip across his entire shaft.

“Scared… huu, I’m scared… P-please… haah, let’s go to the room…”

As Dori kept trying to look back, Haban pressed on his back and smacked his plump buttocks roughly. With a loud slap and a sting, Dori tensed up completely.

Haban then grabbed his mounds and spread them apart.

“Don’t… ngh! No, don’t…!”

Ignoring Dori’s desperate protest, Haban forced his heavy, hardened member into the narrow entrance.

The blunt tip rammed its way into the crevice.

“Ah, ugh!”

Dori reflexively hugged the tree tightly. The pain that felt like his flesh being ripped apart and the intense pressure made his waist bend involuntarily, knocking the wind out of him.

“Ha… uhh…”

As the thick shaft slowly pushed in, Dori gagged and retched. Tears streamed down before he could even register them.

His supporting leg began to tremble under the strain. His posture looked so unstable that he seemed ready to collapse at any moment, so Haban let go of his leg and instead pushed his whole body forward.

“Haagh! …Huu, ah!”

Dori’s vision blurred. Haban’s cock was so large and long it reached a dangerously deep place in one thrust.

His hole stretched tautly around the thick member, which filled him completely. It dug so deep that even his belly ached, and Dori felt it writhing inside him.

When Dori tried to cling tighter to the tree, Haban shoved himself in deeply and then pulled back slowly. Then he reached up and snapped off a slender branch from above his head.

With a swift motion, he stripped the green leaves off, turning it into a supple switch.

Smack!

The curved branch struck his soft flesh mercilessly.

“…Ugh! Ah… it hurts!”

Smack, smack.

“Hic… huu, it really hurts… ugh!”

His pale, tender skin quickly turned red with welts. After a few more lashes, Haban rubbed his fingers at the entrance.

“Now it just opens up with anything I put in. Seems one isn’t enough anymore. What else should I add to satisfy you?”

Then, lifting the flesh slightly with his fingertips, Haban began inserting the branch.

It stabbed like a sharp needle and pushed in slowly until it pressed against his cock, creating a bumpy ridge. Dori shuddered violently.

“Ahhp! No…!”

The mucous lining clenched, resisting the intrusion, and the branch was eventually pushed back out. The space was so tightly occupied, there seemed no room for anything else.

“Wasn’t that what you were clinging to because it wasn’t enough? If you want, I’ll carve that tree so it can ram your vulgar hole properly.”

“N-no, listen to me—mph!”

Haban muffled Dori’s voice. With his other hand, he groped the dripping, trembling flesh in front and gave it a vigorous shake.

Pop!

The overwhelming pleasure made white fox ears suddenly sprout from atop Dori’s head.

Thump-thump.

After just a few touches, a milky fluid spurted onto the tree.

Trembling from the climax and ejaculation, Dori’s inner muscles clenched tight around him. The sticky, burning heat inside felt as though it would melt his cock.

“Ugh… ngh!”

Without giving Dori a moment to ride out his afterglow, Haban began to thrust faster and more violently.

“Ha, Haban! Wait! Please!”

Though the previous climax had loosened his tight insides, the pleasure pounding through his body hadn’t dulled at all. If anything, his hypersensitive body was heating up even faster.

His twitching legs rubbed against the ground as if trying to run away.

“Haa…”

Despite just climaxing, Dori’s cock was already stiff again.

“I can’t… anymore…”

Only then did Haban pull out and shift his position. Sitting down on a soft, fine cloth, he dragged Dori onto his lap.

“No, no more… haah, I-I can’t take anymore…”

“Already trying to be clever, are you?”

“I’m serious. It went in… h-here…”

His pale fingers traced his lower abdomen. When he cupped it with his palm, he felt something bulging and twitching beneath the surface.

“With this much greed here, how can you say that?”

Dori shook his head with a pale, frightened expression.

“…Don’t… please don’t.”

His voice trembled like a plea.

Sitting atop him like this felt even deeper than being taken from behind. It felt like his insides were being completely pushed upward.

Dori tensed his thighs and calves to prevent his body from sinking further under the weight.

But merciless Haban grabbed his thighs, now bruised and red from welts, and slammed him down.

“…!”

Dori choked on a moan he couldn’t let out in time.

‘I never wanted this ability…’

Dori went pale.

As days passed, even the smallest thought of a scene from the novel would cause lines of text to spread like ink in water, and vivid images would follow.

He hadn’t memorized the novel by heart, nor was he particularly gifted with memory, so perhaps it was an aftereffect of transmigrating?

‘Go away! Just disappear!’

Dori shook his head, trying to erase the image of Haban’s broad chest, sculpted abs, and that terrifyingly large and thick thing below.

“And over on the right are the details regarding the ‘Dongcheon’ event.”

At that moment, Geumhu’s voice snapped him back to reality.

‘Ah!’

It came to him.

‘That’s right! Dongcheon!’

As if he had just realized something, Dori’s ears perked straight up. His round eyes, now focused again, sparkled.

According to the original novel, the empire had two major annual events. One was Foundation Day, celebrating the empire’s founding, and the other was the autumn harvest festival.

However, what mattered most to the emperor was an unofficial ceremony known as Dongcheon. It marked the time when all crops awakened and sap began to rise in the trees—the start of the busy farming season.

On this day, the emperor would climb a high altar imbued with the energy of heaven and offer a sacred ritual praying for a bountiful year and the nation’s well-being. Because it was a solemn and sacred rite, much of it was conducted in secrecy.

In the original story, Dori had learned all of this from the idle gossip of palace attendants while locked in a cage.

Anyway, Dongcheon was a sacred and important ritual held at the end of the sowing season, where the emperor offered prayers to heaven. Even Haban, no matter how powerful, couldn’t delegate this to his chancellor Geumhu, so naturally, he would be away from the palace.

For Dori, this presented a perfect opportunity to escape the palace without relying on Haewon’s help. However, he couldn’t rejoice just yet.

On the way to the altar for Dongcheon.

Haban, unable to bring Dori along, chose a light escort to travel quickly—but ended up encountering multiple assassins.

Even with his superior skill, it was impossible to fend off so many enemies alone.

In the final stretch of the journey to the altar, Haban was deeply stabbed. Though he managed to complete Dongcheon without showing his injuries, he collapsed into unconsciousness for days upon returning to the palace.

And it was during this time that Dori suffered brutal abuse from the palace staff.

Unaware of this, Haban immediately sought out Dori upon awakening, but Dori had firmly come to believe that all the torment was Haban’s doing, just as the staff claimed.

This event became the irreversible turning point in the relationship that had just begun to warm.

Yet today, as if forgetting the original torment he endured, Dori found himself silently staring at Haban dressed in white.

‘Covered in blood…? Haban?’

The moment he was released from his leash, the fox leapt onto the bed. Curled into a small bundle atop a pillow, it peeked out cautiously at Haban. Its eyes were filled with wariness.

“What?”

As Haban, now dressed with the help of attendants, turned around, the fox jumped in alarm and quickly hid under the covers. Even its tail disappeared.

At first, it hadn’t even realized its tail was sticking out. Now it had learned to hide quite well.

Haban found that oddly disappointing.

“I’ll turn off the lights.”

Kim the eunuch had dismissed the other attendants and now wore a deeply troubled expression.

To sleep beside a fox neither chained nor caged—no matter how mighty Haban was, the situation was cause for concern.

‘Should I stop him… even now?’

Worried the emperor might get hurt, Kim paced in distress.

Then, rustling from beneath the covers, the fox peeked its head out again.

“Kyah…”

Dori looked around in panic.

‘I thought he was just saying it, but I really have to sleep here?’

As he glanced around, he spotted eunuch Kim extinguishing candles one by one with a long tool. Starting from the inner part of the room and moving toward the door, the lights were slowly swallowed by darkness.