He’s a Fox Ch 120(NSFW) END

Chapter 120 Side Story 15(NSFW) END

“Do you know what knotting is?”

“Yes… we learned it in sex ed… ngh.”

Even as he answered, the sensation of the shaft inside drew involuntary moans. Breathing itself was a trial, yet he couldn’t stop; he nodded as he tried to steady it.

Among canid beastfolk, there was a phenomenon called knotting, in which the base swelled during ejaculation. It didn’t happen every time—only rarely—and outside of rut, it was almost unheard of, but canids received education about it from childhood just in case. However, Hohyun’s employer wasn’t a canid; he was a felid. What did that have to do with now? Puzzled, the fox listened as the tiger explained.

“Felids can’t knot, but there’s something similar.”

“…?”

“Sometimes, nodules can rise along the shaft.”

It stemmed from an induced-ovulation habit—mating stimulation triggers ovulation in felids, though not with the sharp, spine-like barbs of actual cats; otherwise, felid beastfolk wouldn’t have managed to sustain their lines. At most, a pebbled, uneven texture might form, and even that, like knotting, was rare; but from Kangwoon’s position, it couldn’t be ignored. Without a condom and without being soaked with gel, that could lead to trouble if it happened mid-act.

If it were someone else, he might not have cared; but this was Hohyun. He couldn’t risk hurting someone who seemed likely to trip even when left alone. Since he couldn’t conjure condoms or lube from thin air, he chose what he could: ensure the internal muscles relaxed enough that even if nodules appeared, they wouldn’t cause injury.

Staying still was part of that plan. As Hohyun had suspected, fingers had limits; he intended to let the body adjust to bulk after insertion, then continue to the next step. While the fox tilted his head, still not quite understanding, the tiger reached for the shaft that had been left unattended.

“…!”

Wasn’t that over? This wasn’t a math problem—steps didn’t always follow cleanly—but inexperienced, the fox tensed at the touch revisiting a place already worked over.

As his whole body tightened, so did the inner ring; the snug clamp around him made the tiger’s breath hitch. Dizzyingly good—but it only reinforced the need to stick to the plan. Licking his lips, he tightened his grip.

With each motion of his fingers, Hohyun’s thighs tensed. The callus from holding a pen rasped roughly over a sensitive spot. Post-release, the sensation differed from before, different too from when it had been the mouth. Huff, ngh—watching the chest swell with deep breaths, the tiger targeted the spots that would weaken any man.

Under the practiced hand, the fox swayed helplessly. Just before release, instinct made him tense, but remembering who held him, he relaxed; he’d already spilled into that mouth once—this should be fine. Yet the tiger didn’t stop even after discharge.

As fresh fluid welled up, the feelings grew stranger still. With every wet squelch, the fox bit his lip. Harsh breaths vanished into the pillow while the tiger quietly assessed.

He’d try this a time or two more; if it still wasn’t enough, he would stop for the night. To the fox clutching his most vulnerable place, it would have sounded monstrous—but the one in question, hugging the pillow and doing his best to endure the pleasure, had no clue.

And so he wrung another climax from Hohyun. Thankfully, with each one, the inner tension slackened. Once, twice, three times… by the end, even mid-release, he only softened, unable to muster any grip at all.

That would do. Prep completed, the tiger knew he no longer needed to hold back. Holding the fox’s waist, he moved; sensing something, the fox peeked over the pillow—but the tiger moved faster. Thud! Hips and pubic bone met with a sound like a blow. As if claiming repayment for restraint, the fierce drive made the fox’s body jolt.

“—Hh—ugh…!”

Unable even to voice a proper sound, the young fox trembled while the tiger finally unleashed what he had pressed down. The pillow that had been clutched to Hohyun’s chest had fallen to the floor.

With each pass in and out, movement rippled across the flat belly. Watching it, fear pricked at the fox—then the tiger whispered, low and choppy,

“A-anyway… we should… eat more. Ngh… right?”

“H-hic—! Ah—ugh!”

Unlike fingers, the sharp pleasure slammed like a spear. Hohyun could hardly make out the words; he only shook his head. In his right mind, he would have argued he was above average in build, but instead, tears streamed down. Heels shoved at the sheet, while the inner wall tried to clamp down and smother the intruder with creeping tightness.

It was greedy—quite unlike his often dog-like gentleness. Even with precautions, this was the state; without them, it could have been bad indeed. Clicking his tongue softly, the tiger pushed through the constriction trying to hinder his motion. At the rough drive, the fox squeezed his eyes shut.

“A—ahhh!”

Innards churned, Hohyun shuddered and let out a long cry. His eyes, brimming with tears, glimmered. Droplets rolled off his chin and sparkled like jewels. Panting hard himself, the tiger cupped both cheeks. Lifting that face and drawing close, he felt the fox prepare for a kiss—eyes shut, lips parted.

It was confirmed, but he couldn’t indulge it; he wouldn’t cut off the breath of someone already gasping. Instead, he kissed at the corners of the fox’s eyes, sucking at the tears. The damp skin flushed warm, the pink tone around a tiny beauty mark especially pleasing.

Perhaps because he’d held back so long, the tiger’s climax came quicker than expected. The stretch of abstinence had been long. As he groaned with relief and lift at the fox’s ear, Hohyun shook his head, trying to pull away.

After the lull, the fox, chest heaving, let his eyes drift shut. Still brimming with energy, the tiger looked down at him with reluctant fondness. In that short moment, he had fallen fast asleep. There would be other nights; there was no need to wake a sound sleeper. Quietly, he lifted Hohyun and carried him to the bathroom.

He slept so soundly that even after being washed head to toe and thoroughly dried, he snoozed on. Considering he’d been drunk enough not to recognize a face a meter away and then gone through the act, it was remarkable he’d lasted this long. Gazing down at the sleeping face, the tiger nipped his nose, just because.

How absurd, those wide eyes asking how the boss could ever like him… Still, with the seal so openly stamped, denial would be hard. He looked forward to the fox’s reaction in the morning—he could see the fluster already—so he deliberately didn’t dress him, slipped into bed skin-to-skin, and closed his eyes, savoring the warmth. After a deep sleep, the fox would wake with no memory of the night before—and the tiger’s sulk would come a little later.