SAFBIAN Ch 105

Chapter 105

TW: Non-consensual acts

Through his nose and mouth, Dori’s sweet scent flooded in. It felt as though his entire body was being sucked into the moist mouth that seemed to embrace his soft flesh.

‘Haa. Dori…’

The moment his tongue curled around the motionless flesh, a pleasure beyond imagination surged through him. It couldn’t even compare to the times he had pleasured himself while thinking of Dori.

Wonwoo opened his eyes wide, glistening with heightened lust.

So this is what a mate is. This is it.

Whenever he touched Hori, the more their skin touched, the colder and more revolting his body became. But now, he was so aroused that he couldn’t stand even a moment of separation.

“Huff, huff.”

Finally losing control, Wonwoo hastily slipped his hand in and caressed the snowy white skin. But as expected, merely seeing and touching like this wasn’t enough.

Just a little more. Just a bit more…

He pulled the blanket down to Dori’s feet and unfastened the cumbersome clothing from his chest.

Startled, he noticed that Dori’s snow-white chest and abdomen were also covered in marks similar to those left on his neck. All of them were from that human emperor. The clothing in his hand crumpled harshly.

“Whew.”

Wonwoo exhaled slowly to suppress his anger. It was fine. Once today passed, he could reclaim Dori.

Then, stripping off Dori’s pants and undergarments in one swift motion, Wonwoo climbed on top of him, ignoring the greedy traces left all over his body. He gripped his own erection.

The dark red shaft of his member was veined with tension, and at its tip, a slick liquid had gathered to ease its way into his mate. It dripped onto Dori’s smooth abdomen.

Wonwoo wiped it with his hand and smeared it onto himself. His arousal was such that the moment he entered Dori, he felt he could climax. His member began to throb with wet, sticky sounds.

“Heuh.”

Squeezing himself, Wonwoo looked down at Dori’s lips, then let his gaze fall lower with regret.

Dori’s member, as straight and pretty as the rest of him, showed no reaction at all. But Wonwoo didn’t seem to care. He spread Dori’s legs and positioned himself.

Even with the incense inducing sleep, there was a chance he might wake up. Though he couldn’t thrust wildly, spilling his seed inside the hole at least should be fine.

Wonwoo grabbed one of Dori’s legs and placed it over his shoulder. Naturally, Dori’s tightly closed buttocks parted.

Wonwoo gripped the tip of his glistening member tightly, spreading the mounds wider to align with the entrance, just as—

Heavy footsteps, distinctly different from the light ones of the court ladies, echoed closer. Countless other presences followed behind.

‘…Damn it. That human bastard.’

Though still some distance away, they were steadily approaching and would soon arrive.

How did he get here already? The banquet should still be ongoing.

According to the plan, the human emperor shouldn’t be here. Everything had been proceeding with precision—had something gone wrong? If so, he needed to confirm it quickly. With Yoon-gak out of the palace, he had to go himself.

‘Of all times, now!’

If only he had a bit more time, he could have filled Dori’s insides with his essence.

Wonwoo reached out and ejaculated thickly onto a random silk cloth he grabbed. Whether it was due to the abstinence while hiding in the palace, or the intensified breeding urge triggered by having his mate before him, the ejaculation from his cupped hand was long and plentiful.

The thick, milky-white fluid heavily stained the silk. Looking closer, it seemed to be the blanket Dori used while in his fox form.

“Hmph.”

Such cloth was easy enough to replace. Whether it was the human emperor or his brother, both purchased from his own merchant group anyway.

After wiping off the remaining semen, Wonwoo gave a short kiss to Dori’s lips. He got down from the bed, tidied the blanket, and turned around just as Hoyeon appeared by the window.

Hoyeon, holding the eunuch attire Wonwoo was to wear, glared fiercely into the room. He had finally come after waiting too long.

It was truly time to leave now.

With a lingering gaze at Dori, Wonwoo transformed swiftly into a fox.

‘Let’s go.’

As he leapt over the window ledge, Hoyeon, biting his lips, threw one last glare at Dori’s direction before quickly chasing after him. Roaming around the palace in a red fox form would surely get them caught.

Tatat, tat!

The fox ran swiftly and hid its body behind a thicket behind the buildings.

Soon after, Hoyeon threw him clothes, and Wonwoo transformed back into human form, hastily dressed, and brushed off the leaves.

“We should leave the palace quickly. This is getting annoying.”

“…”

Hoyeon, unable to speak, gestured irritably with his chin. It meant hurry up.

“I need to confirm something anyway.”

First, he had to find out why the emperor had come here at this time.

Though Yoon-gak, well-versed in the palace’s structure, had laid out the plan and spared no manpower, he himself had made sure to leave the palace with a valid excuse. He had said this must never be traced back to him, and that they only had one chance.

After a moment’s thought, Wonwoo turned toward Yoon-gak’s residence.

Meanwhile, Haban sat at the head of the table, watching the banquet unfold in splendor.

Dancers, adorned in vibrant colors, performed ethereal dances, and master musicians played splendid music. Yet, it all felt tedious, as if time had stalled.

Lightly wetting his lips with wine, Haban looked at Princess Bihyeong of Jin, seated just below him in the place of honor.

She was persistently trying to feed Jippyeong. And not far from her, Kimhu sat, not even turning her head in their direction. Watching her, Haban suddenly thought of Dori.

‘Can’t I go too?’

He recalled the moment when Dori, eyes sparkling with golden irises, had pleaded to come along.

How could you go to a place full of delicious food and entertainment without me? If appearing in human form was too risky, he had promised to behave quietly as a fox. At this moment, Dori was likely staying in his quarters without taking even a step outside.

Eventually, Haban slipped away from the banquet and headed toward the Fox Palace. The noisy and vibrant air grew heavier and more somber as he neared the Fox Palace.

Upon arrival, the front was eerily quiet.

He had told Dori not to leave the palace and stay put—but not to stay so pitifully desolate. Frowning in irritation, Haban crossed the threshold.

At that moment, a strange feeling crept over him.

To make Dori more comfortable, he had reduced the number of attendants and restricted their access to the inner quarters. But now, it was as if the entire palace was deserted, with no attendants in sight.

…No way.

Could Dori have disappeared during that time? Were the servants now secretly scouring the palace in search of the missing fox?

The thought quickened his steps. Fortunately, he soon saw several court ladies gathered around the building where Dori’s room was located.

Haban unconsciously relaxed his clenched fists.

“Y-Your Majesty!”

The startled court ladies jumped up at the sight of him, hastily bowing. Among them was Cheong.

“And what are you doing here instead of tending to your master?”

He had gone out of his way to assign her to care for Dori attentively, only to find her idling here. Annoyed, Haban glared at her, and Cheong quickly prostrated herself.

“N-No, Your Majesty. I intended to do so, but… the fox-nim…”

Cheong glanced around furtively. With others present, she couldn’t easily continue.

“Come inside.”

As Haban entered the building, Hong, crouched down, jumped up in surprise.

Beside her was a container holding food. Judging by its presence well past lunchtime, it had yet to be cleared away.

“Tch. All of you are lazy.”

He had kept these attendants nearby because Dori seemed to like them, but now they were already becoming complacent.

Yet Hong’s explanation was unexpected.

“No, Your Majesty. He hasn’t eaten yet… We were waiting just in case he called for it later.”

Haban stopped in his tracks.

“Say that again.”

“He said he’d eat during his nap, so I stepped away for a bit to prepare the meal, but… even when I knocked, he didn’t respond. Perhaps he’s still asleep.”

“You didn’t check on him?”

“…The fox-nim told us not to let anyone enter.”

This wasn’t a protest—what kind of behavior was this? That gluttonous fox refusing food?

Haban, now angry, flung the door open. Though it was still daytime, the windows were tightly shut and all the lights were off, making the room as dark as night.

Seeing no sign of the lively fox running about, Haban’s gaze turned to the bed. Fortunately, Dori was there, asleep.

Now that he had laid eyes on him, Haban felt a mix of anger and disbelief as he approached the bed. The delicate blanket over Dori’s chest rose and fell gently. He was indeed asleep.

“Dori.”

“…”

Haban watched the deeply sleeping Dori for a moment, then turned around. Outside the door, Cheong and Hong were kneeling with their foreheads pressed to the floor.

“He’s not the type to nap at this hour.”

Glancing at each other, Hong cautiously spoke.

“His under-eyes were dark, and his skin slightly rough… It looked like he hadn’t slept a wink last night.”

Only Haban, the emperor, could enter Dori’s room during his sleep, so nothing was certain. The one who could reveal it all was still asleep.

Gesturing for the attendants to leave, Haban dragged a chair to Dori’s bedside and sat.

Was his heart truly that wounded?

Though he had, in a fit of anger, told him not to leave the room, what he truly feared was that Dori would leave him entirely.

“When you wake up, let’s take a walk together.”

He would dress him in new clothes, give him new accessories. If he prepared a surprise feast in the pavilion, Dori would stuff his cheeks and nibble joyfully.

Haban pressed his cheek gently against Dori’s.

He stayed by Dori’s side as long as he could, but eventually had to stand. Dori hadn’t stirred even once in his sleep. Just how little sleep had he gotten?

Just as he was about to leave, he felt a breeze.

It came from the direction of the window.

‘Did he leave it open while sleeping?’

What if someone had seen him in human form and discovered his secret?

As he approached to close the slightly ajar window, he noticed fox pawprints on the sill. It seemed he hadn’t been cooped up inside all day.

It was a relief, and yet…

A sudden worry crept into him.

Should he assign someone to guard the room?

But then he recalled how sensitive Dori was to sounds, how he tensed at every unusual noise. Besides, even if he did go out, he would still be within the palace grounds. The moment he left the room, someone would notice.

Haban dismissed the thought with a shake of his head.