SAFBIAN Ch 95(18+)

Chapter 95(18+)

 

“You promised to wait for me, yet you already let your eyes wander?”

“…M-Me?”

“Unforgivable. I’ve been far too lenient with you all this time.”

“Uhk!”

Dori flinched when he felt the searing breath touch him.

It was only the tip of the servant’s finger that brushed against his lips. Yet it made his entire body hyper-sensitive, as though it had been licked all over, sending shivers through him.

A pointed tongue rubbed beneath Dori’s fingernail. The soft, damp flesh pressed relentlessly under the neatly trimmed nail as if trying to burrow in.

“W-Wait!”

Soon, Dori’s pale white body began to flush red in spots, and his toes curled. He could feel the blanket gradually being pushed away.

Haban’s gaze trailed down toward those pale, slender ankles.

Once, in his memory, those fair and delicate ankles had twisted with a horrible cracking sound. It felt like a dream that they now bore not a single wound.

Without realizing it, Haban reached out toward the ankle. At that moment, Dori instinctively pulled his leg back.

“W-Why there?”

Though his voice was barely audible, like crawling into the air, it carried clear reluctance.

“It’s nothing.”

Instead of touching the ankle, Haban wrapped his arm around Dori’s back.

Once covered in scratches from rough grass and scraped floors, the skin he remembered was now smooth and soft.

Slowly, little by little, Dori leaned into him under the pressure of his palm.

“You wouldn’t know.”

Nor should you.

Haban murmured in a low voice, almost like a sigh, then smiled.

That smile seemed strangely chilling. When Dori looked at him quizzically, Haban soon wiped the smile away and faintly furrowed his brows.

“Are you still afraid of me?”

“Huh? N-No?”

Startled, Dori pulled his shoulders back. Even though he had taken the initiative to approach Haban, he had thought he had hidden his true feelings well. How had Haban seen through him?

To be honest, he was a little scared. He didn’t know why this man had changed from the “Haban” in the original story, but he feared the possibility that the cruel side of the original Haban might still lie dormant within him.

Moreover, the way the original Haban had treated “Dori” roughly still occasionally came to mind. Whenever a situation unfolded just like the plot, that fear intensified tenfold.

There was always a sense of anxiety in his heart.

In those moments, Dori would repeat to himself—

‘It’s okay. Haban wouldn’t do that.’

Even now, though Haban’s eyes brimmed with desire, Dori believed that if he showed fear or refused, Haban would stop. That certainty, distinct from fear, gave him some comfort.

He didn’t want to disappoint Haban. Maybe it was Haban’s cautious retreat whenever he faltered that had softened Dori’s heart.

And the change in his expression gave it away—Haban noticed. Though he had always withdrawn at this point, today he didn’t let go.

Dori gulped.

Was it really today?

Though he had mentally prepared himself, the thought of Haban’s member—so large and thick even when held with both hands—made fear rise sharply within him.

‘I won’t get hurt… right?’

Dori lowered his gaze slightly to his belly.

‘Will it even fit?’

A terrifying, dangerous thought crossed his mind. In the novel, it had been so frequent and intense that “Dori” had gotten injured—but at least it never said his stomach burst.

‘Still…’

Even though Haban still had his pants on and was covered by a bedrobe, the raised bulge was intimidating.

The more Dori tried to inch away, the more Haban straightened up and sat. The thin blanket rustled as it slid off, and tension surged even higher. Somehow, Dori had ended up sitting between Haban’s thighs.

‘…Ah!’

The massive, thick member touched his knee. It had grown hard, and its presence could no longer be concealed by the thin robe. He remembered… once they had held it together and stroked it…

“I’m not scared.”

Dori muttered, as if to convince himself.

Then, as if to prove it, he carefully pressed a kiss to Haban’s lips. Haban seemed startled at first and pulled back slightly, but after the second and third kiss, he suddenly devoured Dori’s lips with force.

“Mmnh!”

That gaze that had seemed to devour him whole—it hadn’t been a metaphor. Dori felt like his vision flashed white for a moment. His entire mouth was pulled and bitten as saliva pooled and spilled.

Gulp.

No sooner had he swallowed than Haban’s tongue forcefully pushed between his lips. As Dori kept retreating under the pressure, Haban cradled the back of his head and shoved his tongue deep inside.

“Mm, mmph!”

At first, he managed to keep up with the rhythm, but he quickly fell behind once the thick tongue filled his mouth entirely.

Dori thumped against Haban’s hard chest, struggling. He was at his limit, breathless. Only when he looked ready to faint did Haban reluctantly release him, and tears welled up in Dori’s eyes.

“Cough.”

Dori busily gasped for air. Meanwhile, Haban leaned in and bit gently at the nape of his neck.

“Uhk!”

“How is it your entire body is this soft—even here.”

Before he knew it, Haban’s hand was groping his flat chest.

‘S-Soft?!’

He wasn’t as muscular as Haban, but he was still a man!

“What’s wrong with me, huh! Hnngh!”

Dori protested, but when Haban pinched his nipple, his toes curled tightly. It wasn’t simple pain—heat was rising all through his body.

Haban seemed to feel the same.

“…Hoo.”

Exhaling lightly, he tossed his clothes aside. The thin sheet that slipped from the bed hit the floor with a soft thud, but neither of them noticed.

Dori tightly shut his eyes, then opened them again.

The wide robe that had at least provided some concealment now barely covered anything. The bulge beneath was so pronounced, pants seemed more like a piece of fabric than clothing.

When his gaze kept drifting downward, Haban leaned in and kissed him again. It felt slightly less rushed than before, but no less persistent.

Smooch.

Their lips clung stickily one last time before parting.

“Haa, haa.”

Why was he always the one struggling like this? Dori panted, out of breath. Even after all that kissing, Haban’s expression remained unsatisfied—Dori found it infuriating.

Haban laid the limp Dori back on the bed. When he tried to spread Dori’s legs and place them over his knees, Dori hesitated.

“Shhh.”

Haban gently coaxed him as he pressed apart the resisting legs. The moment the pale thighs parted, the moist, glistening flesh between them came into view.

He was pleased that Dori had grown aroused because of him.

“Don’t look.”

Dori, flustered by the blatant gaze, tried to lower his hands to cover himself. But Haban was faster.

He grabbed hold of the twitching flesh that continued to ooze translucent fluid. It throbbed in his palm as if it had its own heartbeat.

Just like before, Dori was still sensitive and weak to pleasure. He curled up, trembling. He wanted to climax quickly—wanted to stroke and rub it, releasing the mounting pleasure within.

Naturally, Haban moved painfully slow as he grasped and stroked him. Every time he squeezed and released, it bounced up, almost reaching climax, then fell back again.

“Ahng.”

The steadily accumulating pleasure without release became torturous.

“If you’re like this already, we’ll have a problem.”

Haban gently pushed away Dori’s pleading hands.

“Tch.”

Dori grit his teeth, clenching and unclenching his fingers as if he might dig in with his nails, then abruptly turned his head away.

His legs were already spread wide, forgotten, as he rubbed the side of his face into the blanket, gasping with heat. His eyes were flushed, and his swollen member twitched and dribbled more fluid.

“I should’ve trained you from the start.”

There was a reason Haban was keeping him from climaxing. They said taking a man from behind for the first time brought indescribable pain. Dori, especially, was very tight.

So now was the time.

Haban pressed a wet finger into the cleft between Dori’s plump buttocks.

“Hrrngh…”

As expected, it was tight—just like he remembered. The hole was so narrow and hot that even one finger barely moved inside.

Haban withdrew his finger and reached toward the edge of the bed. There, in a small lidless box, were several long-necked, slender bottles.

He opened one and poured the contents over Dori’s genitals. A sweet floral scent quickly filled the room.

“What… is that?”

Dori asked between pants.

“Perfumed oil.”

Why was that here?

That object hadn’t been there before, yet now it sat naturally in his room—and he hadn’t even noticed.

Though confused, Dori had no time to ask, as another finger pushed back inside. Thanks to the entire bottle being used, two fingers slid in at once, and his stomach tensed.

No, this isn’t good.

His back was being filled with fingers, while the front was still being stroked by Haban’s hand.

“Ah, nnngh! Ngh!”

Twitching, Dori climaxed, spurting semen in sudden jerks. The release was so abrupt he had no chance to stop it. Tears welled up and rolled down his cheeks.

“Tsk.”

Haban clicked his tongue belatedly. Though he felt sympathy for Dori’s flushed, trembling face, he also wanted to bite those puffed-up cheeks.

“Already crying?”

“N-No. I’m not crying, it’s just…”

Dori mumbled, trying to explain through sobs.

What should he do? He wasn’t going to stop now, so he’d have to soothe him well. Haban had been aroused for some time already, the ache below almost unbearable.

After a brief moment of contemplation, Haban leaned in and took the limp, spent flesh into his mouth.