He’s a Fox Ch 88(NSFW)

Chapter 88(NSFW)

“Hoya‑ah.”

“Y‑yes?”

The name—intoned just as his eldest brother used to call him—slipped from Kangwoon’s mouth, startling Hohyun. But surprise gave way as he noticed, a beat late, the clear sulk gleaming in those golden eyes. He tried to retreat, but there was no escape—not with the core of his body pinned firm.

Shoulders hunched, the fox trembled, while the tiger’s smile widened. Normally, it was a smile so beautiful Hohyun might have stared blankly, but now it only heightened his tension. Like prey caught in a snare, he held his breath—until the predator proposed, silken‑voiced:

“Want to try something fun?”

“N‑no, I—I don’t want—uhk!”

He shook his head urgently, sensing danger, but the tiger ignored it. His padded paw clamped tight around the fox’s cock and stroked.

The plush texture of the paw‑pads—a far cry from smooth human skin—pressed into his swollen arousal, and Hohyun jerked, thighs trembling. Mouth clamped shut, desperate to swallow back the sounds trying to burst out.

The thought alone terrified him. In his common sense, paws meant claws—deadly weapons. The idea that such things poised mere millimeters away from his most vulnerable point made his body quake reflexively, eyes glued downward in fear and arousal both.

His shaft flushed red in the cage of that large paw. When the thumb rubbed over the tip, his breath tore free in a startled gasp.

The tiger, watching, blinked slowly. Truthfully, he wanted to bend lower and bite that flushed head—but the way his fox shook already, it might break him. Instead he only accelerated the movement of his paw.

No lubricant was used, but slick sounds filled the room regardless. Precum, copious and sticky, drenched the tiger’s pads. Humiliation colored Hohyun’s twitching ears crimson—yet worse than shame was the unbearable spark of pleasure climbing his spine.

Why was he doing this? Why now?

Breath ragged, he forced thought between shudders but found no answer—only that the tiger had been sulking, jealous, perhaps, and venting it here. So… apology. That, maybe, could calm him.

Faltering voice cracked out between sob‑like pants.

“I‑I’m…nnnh—sorry, I’m sor—!”

“For what?”

“A‑ahh, wait, I—uhn, please—!”

His pleas drowned in his own whines. The merciless tiger ignored them, even adding his other hand. One paw gripped the shaft while the other pressed mercilessly at the tip; the fox gagged on his breath, body arching.

“Mmmphh—!”

Hips bucked involuntarily and something hot tremored at the base of his spine. His hand flew backward, pressing hard to stifle—fearing, deep inside, that his tail might burst forth without his will.*

The tiger, unaware of such dangers, only pressed harder, thumb grinding directly at the slit. The fox curled helpless against his chest, tugging at his clothes. Pain mixed with pleasure, thighs taut with strain. Miserable tears welled. The predator licked his lips slowly, aroused even by the sight of pitiful weakness.

Then he bit down on those trembling lips. A gentle suck, and the fox’s mouth opened to him—just enough. Their tongues met; his paw eased just slightly, easing the sharp edges into burnished heat. Still the cat’s tongue scraped rough, feline barbs strange and new, hard to focus beneath.

A plaintive whimper spilled free before Hohyun realized it had left him, his tongue sliding up to stroke back in instinct. Soft Canidae flesh against coarse Felidae barbs. The tiger rumbled once, chest vibrating, then abruptly pulled from his lips and his paw.

Wide eyes barely had time to flicker before Kangwoon murmured, “Don’t be too startled. I won’t drop you.”

“…What?—uwaah!”

Arms wedged beneath his thighs and spine, he was suddenly lifted high, world tilting. Hohyun shrieked and clutched at his captor’s head. The tiger carried him easily across the floor and onto the mattress, lowering him with deceptive gentleness.

Yet his eyes gleamed sharp with something far from gentleness, making the fox’s fur prickle. His mouth watered as he licked along his own teeth. Natural or not, in that beast form, he looked too predatory to calm nerves.

Without warning, he flipped the fox onto his belly. With one sweep, his strong paw dragged hips back and up. Before shame could even settle, something warm and rough pressed between his cheeks.

The tiger nosed forward, pressing thick muzzle between. Not a hand, but a full snout, fur damp, breath hot. Tears sprang in horror. Just kill me now, his mind wailed. Yet the cat’s wet nose inched lower, then—

A rasp.

That damned rasping tongue.

Barbed texture swept across tender flesh, and Hohyun jolted violently, voice breaking into piteous cries. He kicked, tried to crawl forward, but steel‑hard thighs pinned his legs firm.

His shaft—already near breaking from over‑stimulation—spilled with shameful ease, jets painting the sheets. He collapsed sobbing, but the tiger did not pause. Unrelenting rasp, over and over.

More blatant, more unyielding than before. And by the time he finally stopped—returning to humanoid form, at last—the fox could only sob faintly, body trembling, why…why this time worse?

Kangwoon, sitting later in his study, knew the answer. The constant jealousy, the clawing insecurity chewing through him whenever Amur’s name came up. The realization left him restless. Through the night he had deliberately ravaged his own, yet come morning, clarity had returned.

From his desk drawer, he withdrew an object kept long unseen. If this was to continue, he would need more than possessive heat. He would need something else—something prepared.

Footnotes

1. Tail reflex – Canid beastmen often cannot control tail manifestation when highly emotional, fearful, or aroused. Hohyun’s hand suppression reflects desperate fear of being exposed mid‑act.