SAFBIAN Ch 97(18+)

Chapter 97(18+)

It felt like his buttocks were completely soaked. More than that, with various fluids mixed together, his entire body felt sticky and wet.

At this rate, the entire bedding and blankets would be drenched—how could he face Cheong and Hong later? He couldn’t even feign innocence and pretend to be a fox anymore.

“Haah, ngh! Ah… hng. Hhngh!”

Squelch, squelch! The continuous sound of friction against his buttocks echoed through the damp room, soaked in breathy moans.

It felt like quite some time had passed, yet Haban showed no sign of tiring. On the contrary, he seemed even more aroused the longer it went on, his movements growing more intense.

Dori lowered his head completely.

“How can it still be this tight no matter what I do?”

…That’s because Haban is just too big!

Haban, who had pressed his body over Dori’s from behind like a binding shackle, clicked his tongue in frustration. Even though he tried to gently stretch the clinging entrance with his fingers, it didn’t suddenly loosen up.

From where their backs touched, Dori could feel Haban’s chest violently pounding with every heartbeat. Too exhausted to make a sound, Dori could only gasp raggedly.

Aside from where they were joined, his entire body was slick. Dori, coated thickly with what must be several bottles’ worth of oil and semen, groaned and rubbed his forehead into the pillow.

‘Let me go already… Maybe Haban has stamina to spare, but I really can’t go on anymore…’

His legs had cramped from being spread open for so long, and he’d already climaxed again after shifting positions. Just how many times had it been now…?

“Haaaah…”

He was exhausted. Sleepy, tired, and desperately wanting to rest.

Every time he tried to drift off into sleep, he was awakened again by the soft strokes tracing his back or the rocking movements of their joined bodies.

Panting as he lay facedown, Dori eventually couldn’t hold on any longer and his eyes fluttered closed.

“Ngh!”

Just as Dori was about to fall asleep again, Haban, wearing the mask of tenderness, nipped at his ear. Though he only bit lightly, not enough to leave marks, Dori’s sensitized, pale body clenched below just from that.

“Haahng… I’m sleepy…”

“Is that so? Well, it doesn’t seem like this part agrees.”

“No… I really, even like this…”

Dori’s voice was thick with exhaustion, his body completely limp. He’d grown so soft and pliable, it was as if one could put him entirely in their mouth and chew him bit by bit. Even the hole that eagerly took everything in, no matter how deep it was pushed.

With it tightening like this, how could Haban possibly stop?

Worried he might hurt Dori if he moved too hastily, Haban pulled his hips back a little.

He rested just the tip against the soft entrance, then pressed one finger in. Even so, the entrance that had been stretched over the night still greedily sucked in the finger.

If he couldn’t swallow all of Dori, then maybe he should just stuff everything into this tiny hole instead.

From the thick tip to the long, hefty shaft and even his semen-heavy balls—he wanted to bury all of it inside Dori and fill him completely without a single gap.

Haban’s eyes brimmed with possessiveness.

Sniffle.

But the moment Dori sniffled in fear, trembling with thoughts of being torn apart, that sharp gaze softened in an instant. His rounded eyes looked down—Dori’s dry, pale skin was covered in bruises and marks left by him.

‘Don’t run away.’

Haban buried his face in Dori’s delicate nape. From the sweat-slick skin rose that unique, sweet scent.

Please, not this time.

Just this once, he didn’t want Dori to leave him. That was all Haban wished for.

“How much longer… ngh… are you going to keep going…”

Dori, still lying prone, had his knees buckle one by one. When Haban kissed his nape and ears as if to soothe him, Dori let out a pitiful whine.

Struggling to stay awake, Dori looked like he could fall asleep any moment. Haban supported his chest with one hand, gripped his hips with the other, and slowly began to move his waist again.

“Only now is this place finally softening up… but you’re already saying it’s too much?”

…Liar! You were saying it was too tight just a moment ago!

Dori looked back over his shoulder, full of resentment. More than anything, the curtains around the bed were drawn aside, and the sky beyond the window had already begun to brighten—how could it not be enough yet?

But even though they were both men, Dori couldn’t tell Haban to stop when he himself had climaxed multiple times. So even though he was utterly drained, he couldn’t bring himself to say the words and only bit down on his lip.

Haban gently cupped Dori’s cheek and tilted his chin. When their lips met, his mouth opened naturally and Haban plunged his tongue inside.

He forced the kiss upon Dori not only to protect his lips from being bitten but also to keep him awake.

“Hahk! Huu, haa…”

“You’ll need to build some stamina.”

Haban whispered low, saying he’d teach him himself. When he asked how it would be to learn with his body, Dori opened his eyes wide with a startled glare.

“Yes, just like that.”

“Mmgh!”

As the sleep hanging from his heavy lids dissipated, the cock nudging at his entrance slid in all at once, as if tearing its own path.

It wasn’t the first time, and yet the weight of the thick flesh pounding into his belly sent shockwaves through him. The massive shaft repeatedly slammed against his inner walls, digging deep with relentless greed.

Though it had already been rubbed raw, the tip still rammed into the deepest part of his insides, as if still unsatisfied.

…How could it still get bigger?

It felt like his belly might burst from the pressure of the expanding girth inside him. When Dori instinctively tried to crawl forward, Haban pulled his waist back down firmly.

“Nnngh, ah…!”

Even deeper than before—it thrust into him without pause.

Then, with the full weight of his body, Haban drove into him again and again. The world in front of Dori’s eyes shook violently. It felt like just a little more and he’d lose his grip on consciousness.

“Haban… f-fast!”

He couldn’t take it anymore. Dori’s tip spurted with a splash of watery fluid.

At that moment, a wave of heat exploded deep inside his belly, and Haban’s semen filled him to the brim. Even though it was impossible, it felt like his belly was swelling outward.

Was it like this for everyone?

How had “Dori” endured this?

“Huff, nghh, hic, hkk…!”

I’m sorry, Dori… I thought being by Haban’s side would be safest, but I was wrong. I must’ve picked the most dangerous person of all…

Dori sobbed uncontrollably before blacking out completely. When Haban withdrew, clumps of semen spilled out and splattered onto the blanket.

Outside, there was an air of nervous unrest. The emperor, who usually rose at dawn to begin his day, still hadn’t stirred, and his attendants were clearly flustered.

But of course, no one dared to enter the emperor’s bedchambers—though now known as the Fox Palace, and technically Dori’s quarters—while he was resting. That was forbidden.

Still, the murmuring voices of the anxious palace staff grew louder and more irritating. It seemed they might soon disturb even the deeply unconscious Dori.

Like a sated beast, Haban let out a languid sigh and slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was Dori, perfectly still despite his sensitive ears—apparently not hearing the noise from outside.

His eyes, swollen from a night of tears, were slightly red. His nose was flushed, lips swollen and red, and his fair skin was blotched with tiny red marks left by Haban.

Haban touched one such mark on Dori’s neck with his finger.

“…Ngh.”

Dori scrunched his brows as if annoyed.

Even in his sleep, he groaned faintly, and Haban had to restrain himself as desire stirred in his lower abdomen again. If he wasn’t careful, he might just flip Dori over and ravage him all over again.

“…Mmh.”

Just then, Dori stirred again. Haban soothed his back gently and placed a kiss on his pale forehead before sitting up.

He climbed down from the bed and drew the curtains back around it to shield Dori. The sky outside was already bright. No wonder—it had been nearly dawn when they’d stopped.

He hesitated to summon anyone for fear of waking Dori, so instead, Haban pulled a fresh robe from the stand, wrapped it around himself, and opened the door.

“You’re being noisy.”

The first to appear was the relatively composed Eunuch Kim. Upon seeing Haban in light sleepwear with his chest partially exposed, the other palace servants immediately bowed low. Still, Cheong and Hong seemed to be trying to sneak glances into the room.

With a sharp clack, Haban shut the door. Cheong and Hong flinched and jerked their shoulders in surprise.

“What’s with all this commotion?”

“Well, Your Majesty…”

At that question, Eunuch Kim looked troubled. He trailed off awkwardly, clearly unsure of how to explain.

It wasn’t unheard of for the emperor to skip morning court or refuse meetings with officials, so waking late shouldn’t have been an issue.

However, the problem was someone still sitting in the audience hall, insisting on waiting until Haban woke to have tea together.

‘I heard my brother was here.’

Yungak, who was known to sleep in as long as the fox, had come to the Fox Palace early that morning—not to see the fox, but demanding to see his brother. The palace staff had no excuse to turn him away.

Eunuch Kim, too, couldn’t bar the only other royal blood from visiting, even if it wasn’t the emperor’s official palace.

After listening, Haban thoughtfully stroked his chin, then nodded.

“He won’t be waking for a while. It should be fine for now.”

Better than waking Dori unnecessarily while lying next to him. Let him rest properly—he’d need it to continue later. One night was far from enough.

“There’s no need to go inside. Wait here, and if he wakes, come fetch me quietly.”

Haban briefly glanced at Cheong and Hong. That alone seemed enough for the sharp pair to realize that the person sleeping inside was in human form.

Only then did Haban begin walking toward the audience hall.