SAFBIAN Ch 85

Chapter 85

The lips pressed together without a gap were far more sticky than before. The flesh that dug in wetly stirred the inside of his mouth at will. Their mouths latched onto each other, sucking and biting deeply, and every time they parted, hot breaths came spilling out.

Dori felt hazy. But whenever his vision began to blur and fade, Haban would forcibly wake him and hold him in place.

“I’m so sleepy… ahh! Don’t do that…”

“You keep moving, that’s why it leaks.”

“You can just… wipe it off…”

The flat white belly was slick with both of their fluids, pooling and mixing chaotically. The smooth liquid glistened as it smeared over the soft skin.

When Haban gathered what remained and smeared it over his own shaft, the already taut head swelled even more.

“Isn’t it… over now?”

“We’ve barely begun.”

I feel like I’m already dying…

Haban’s palm stroked down Dori’s thigh, gradually creeping inward.

‘No way—!’

Warning lights flashed in his mind. No matter how heated the atmosphere, going that far so suddenly was impossible. So when Dori tried to flip over, Haban pressed his lower body down with strength.

“Don’t move… I don’t intend to do anything without proper preparation.”

As if to prevent escape, Haban gently pressed down on Dori’s lower belly with one hand. Meanwhile, the other hand grasped his twitching shaft, stroking roughly from the base of the shaft to the blunt tip.

A shrill cry burst from Dori’s mouth.

The night felt especially long.

…Ngh.

The next day. Dori opened his eyes, letting out a weary breath. The cozy blankets and soft pillows wrapped his body in warmth. But the drapes and screen that should have enclosed the bed were nowhere in sight.

Startled, Dori checked his own body first.

Fluffy front paws, long ears. And a bushy tail. He had fallen asleep in human form, but thankfully he was now back in his fox form.

‘Was it a dream?’

He thought so for a moment, but the soreness in his lower belly and one thigh—rubbed raw by Haban—seemed to insist he not forget what had happened that night.

Strangely, though, his body was clean. If no one had been called while he was asleep, did Haban clean him himself?

“Are you awake?”

“……”

“Fox-nim?”

Dori blinked. The voice calling to him grew more distant, and the surroundings turned hazy. Then, rising smoke-like memories molded Haban’s image before his eyes.

‘Doriya.’

It felt as if he could still hear Haban’s low voice from last night. Flustered, Dori shook his ears furiously and bolted upright.

‘G-Go away!’

As Haban’s image surfaced, the acts of the previous night came flooding back.

‘…Ugh.’

Dori buried his face under the pillow, swinging his tail in flustered frustration.

“Fox-nim, look at this. Isn’t it beautiful? It’s from His Majesty’s royal garden!”

Hong entered the room with a large bouquet in her arms. Behind her came Cheong, carrying a smaller but heavier-looking vase.

‘Tired…’

But Dori, drained of all his energy by Haban, remained sprawled flat on the bed, legs stretched back in a daze.

Meanwhile, Haban was in no better state.

Rustle.

He turned the scroll he was reading to the side. An urgent report about three days of rain flooding the southern farmlands had been pushed aside.

A while later, he flipped another scroll. This one detailed the demands of the envoys from the Jin kingdom and the discussions held by the Empire’s ministers, but he carelessly set it aside as well.

“…Hoo.”

Eventually, Haban flipped the memorial upside down. There was no way he could concentrate on the words.

When Dori, exhausted, tried to sleep, he kissed him and rubbed his chest to wake him again. He fondled the soft flesh until it hardened, then grasped both himself and Dori together, stroking them in tandem.

Unable to endure the persistent stimulation, Dori weakly released spurts of semen, going limp—at which point Haban pressed against his tiny belly button and ejaculated with a grunt.

Even after pushing the panting Dori to the limit until just before dawn, Haban still wasn’t satisfied.

In the end, Dori bit his shoulder and warned that if they did it one more time, he’d transform into a fox. With no choice, Haban wiped Dori down with damp silk and soothed himself while holding Dori in his arms.

By then, Dori kept nodding off again and again. As they curled under clean blankets together, Dori nestled into his embrace, exhaling soft, even breaths—then, poof, transformed into a fox.

All it took was one little kiss and he turned into a fox.

A little hand play, and he looked like he’d pass out.

Considering how long Haban had been waiting to see Dori again, this was far from enough. So, Haban had shown a great deal of restraint—relatively speaking.

“…If you’re going to push everything onto me, why did you even come?”

At that moment, Geumhu, who had been watching the scrolls pile up beside the emperor, couldn’t hold back and finally spoke.

At first, Haban had at least pretended to read them, but now he had outright abandoned them. It was obvious who would be left to take responsibility for all those important matters.

Haban clicked his tongue when he saw the uncharacteristically irritable Geumhu. Since Jipyeong had been assigned to escort the Jin kingdom’s princess, it was understandable that his mood had soured.

Still, he hadn’t even opened his eyes properly this morning. Had he woken up by now?

‘I should go check on him.’

Anyway, the documents he was supposed to read could be handled by Geumhu. Just as Haban was about to rise, as if waiting for that exact moment, Geumhu pulled a thin rolled paper from his bosom.

“Sal has found traces of the Yeon kingdom while pursuing Moran.”

Yeon kingdom. A land conquered by the emperor before last, now absorbed into the Empire. The royal bloodline had managed to escape, and the young princess of Yeon had never been found.

“This is the jade taken from a previous corpse, and this is one unearthed from a Yeon kingdom grave.”

Tsk.

Haban reluctantly sat back down, clicking his tongue.

Haban remained incredibly busy. He only had time to share a brief evening meal, and then he would go right back to work.

Still, when Dori woke, there would often be signs someone had lain beside him—proof that Haban had visited during the night.

‘Still not back yet?’

Dori tilted his head near the imperial garden. Haban was busy, so he’d thought to look around on his own, but the guards blocked his path. More precisely, they only blocked Dori.

They claimed that construction was underway in the garden and that it was too dangerous for a small fox to enter—especially since the emperor had explicitly forbidden it.

‘Strange. It’s so quiet inside… and there’s no scent of soil.’

He perked his ears and twitched his nose, trying to catch any sound or scent—but nothing gave him a clue.

‘Forget it. I’ll just come back with Haban later.’

Dori circled the area a few more times, clearly reluctant, then finally looked away. He had something important to confirm today—a plan he’d been putting off for days.

Ever since he was caught trying to escape the palace, he worried Haban might have blocked the crawl hole. If that had happened because of him, he’d feel terribly guilty—since it had been Haewon’s only joy.

“Kaaang…”

Dori let out a deep sigh.

Moreover, he had been feeling uneasy lately.

‘Again.’

He could sense someone watching him.

Whip—he quickly turned his head. Palace maids hurriedly averted their eyes. He turned the other way—no one.

‘…Am I hated now?’

They used to simply avoid him, but now they were glaring.

Dori grew sullen, hurt without knowing exactly why.

“Do you need anything, Fox-nim?”

Looking up, he saw Hong smiling kindly, shading him from the sun. She held something shaped like a giant parasol—yet didn’t waver a bit despite her frail arms.

‘She was sent to me instead of being allowed a proper position…’

Dori felt sorry for Hong, who now followed him around all day.

“Kang!”

‘Let’s go over there.’

Dori gave up checking the crawl hole and turned away.

‘You’ll scare our fox-nim! If you’re going to stalk him, at least don’t make it obvious!’

Hong glared fiercely at the court ladies hiding behind walls as the fox turned his head.

Thanks to their generous master, the fox’s attendants had avoided punishment from the emperor despite their grave offense—word of which had spread widely. Naturally, the entire palace, used to its brutal order, had taken great interest.

At first, they’d secretly watched one by one, but soon their numbers had grown. They adored the fox but were too scared of the emperor to approach—so they all just hid and watched.

‘Hmph!’

Among those crouching behind the wall, Hong saw the senior court lady who used to mock her for becoming the fox’s attendant.

‘Ridiculous.’

Hong deliberately walked behind the fox, using her skirts to block the view of his cute butt and fluffy tail.

Unaware, Dori marched on diligently ahead.

“Fox-nim, are you thirsty? Should we go back if you’re tired?”

‘Already?’

Dori was a little disappointed.

Just then, a few court ladies passed by. Their faces were pale, completely expressionless, and they walked hurriedly as if pressed for time.

One of them, at the rear, stumbled as if stepping on her own skirt, falling hard to her knees. In the process, she dropped the basket she was carrying, and the fabrics inside scattered across the floor.

‘Gasp!’

It was clearly very precious cloth. Even from a glance, the reflective sheen revealed its value—likely material meant for Emperor Haban’s clothing. The maid, flustered, scrambled to gather them up.

Dori picked up the fabric that had rolled farthest away and approached her. He dropped it into her basket, and as he looked up, the maid locked eyes with him—as if she had been waiting for that exact moment.

And in that gaze, her pupils elongated vertically. A strange glint flashed within.