SAFBIAN Ch 40

Chapter 40(Non-con/dubious consent)

 

As soon as he turned his head, Haewon, who he thought had gone far away, was suddenly standing there, watching with a terrifying expression. Startled, Dori licked his front paws and wiped his face.

“You were about to knock it over just now, weren’t you?”

“Ka, kaang!”

‘No way?’

Flustered, Dori jumped. As if he’d never done such a thing, he wagged his tail vigorously, but the suspicious gaze was already fixed on the crown of his head.

Dori kept tilting his head innocently and slowly stepped backward. Haewon was no longer someone who would fall for such obvious behavior. Soon, both of Dori’s front paws were grabbed, and he was dragged along.

“Kang!”

Dori barked in frustration, now seated in front of the medicine bowl.

“I’m going to watch until you finish it.”

Dori drooped his head sulkily. Then he stuck out his tongue and carefully tasted it.

“Kehehehe!”

As expected, it was horribly bitter. Even tears welled up. The first thought that came to mind was regret—that he should’ve knocked it over before getting caught.

Hoo-op.

He held his breath and plunged his head in. Chomp chomp chomp chomp. The liquid scooped up by his tongue slid down his throat with gulps.

“Oh? What’s this about?”

Haewon, who had expected more of a struggle, tilted his head in surprise and took out some dried persimmons. The pieces, cut into quarters for easy swallowing, had their seeds neatly removed.

After licking the last drop, Dori finally exhaled the breath he had been holding. The bitter, fishy taste climbed all the way to the crown of his head.

“Keng! Kaang!”

‘Ugh! That tastes awful!’

No matter how good bitter medicine was for the body, wasn’t this going too far?

Dori rolled around the bed once, then quickly got up and rubbed his mouth with his front paw. The taste clinging to his tongue was just too revolting.

After that, Dori eagerly lapped up the dried persimmons Haewon placed on his palm. Dried in a breezy shade, the persimmons were chewy and sweet.

“Good. Well done.”

Haewon ruffled his head.

‘I told you I’m older than you.’

Dori huffed in dissatisfaction but didn’t avoid the touch. The warmth from Haewon’s palm felt comforting.

“Well then, I should get going.”

‘Already?’

Haewon began packing his things.

Dori trotted behind him, bringing over the items he was about to forget. Despite his size being larger than most adults, he still acted childishly.

“Sleep well. See you tomorrow.”

“Kang!”

As Haewon left, the door closed immediately.

A thin breeze stirred the candle on the table, which had been burning softly. Dori circled the room as if still holding on to something, then leapt onto the bed.

Sniff.

The soft bed and thick blanket—clearly cozy and warm—somehow felt chilly. It felt like a ghost might appear.

‘It’s because the room is too big.’

Dori muttered, scratching the blanket with his claws.

At the orphanage, they used to sleep huddled together in a cramped space. Even after moving out, things weren’t much different. Still, the poorly soundproofed walls meant you could hear everything through them, so the loneliness of being alone was lessened.

But here, the place was too big for just one person. Aside from the occasional visits from Haban and Haewon, no one else came by easily, so there were many moments spent sitting idly alone.

When night came and the last candle was extinguished, the objects in the room looked like ghosts.

‘Haban……’

Yes, Haban was less scary than ghosts.

Dori curled up on the cushion and fell asleep. It was the same cushion where he had hidden the ornament Haban had given him during the day.

Maybe that’s why—he had a strange dream.

‘……Who is that?’

Dori blinked rapidly in shock.

A small back of a head and long, flowing hair. The round shoulders were so thin the bones were visible, and the soft waist was slender. Below the only slightly fleshy buttocks, the thin thighs looked emaciated.

What was going on?

He had definitely fallen asleep in bed last night, but now, there was a naked man standing in front of him with his back turned.

Dori took a step closer. A chill ran down his spine. It wasn’t the man’s snow-white hair that gave him a sense of déjà vu.

It was the beast-like ears and tail that flickered intermittently with anxiety.

‘No way……’

The man’s fluffy ears lay flat, trembling violently. His large tail was pressed tightly against his body from his buttocks to his calves, not even twitching.

On top of that—

‘……What is all this!’

Dori opened his mouth slightly.

The man’s body was a mess. Wrist marks as if tied with thin strings. Bruises in the shape of handprints on his waist and thighs. His pale skin was blotched with red and purple everywhere.

“Kang?”

‘Excuse me?’

Hesitating, Dori cautiously called out to him.

I was curious about why he was acting this way in front of me, what all the wounds on his body were, and most of all, who he was.  

 

But the man didn’t turn around.  

 

“You’re late.”  

 

“Gahk!”  

 

‘……W-what the?!’  

 

Instead, Dori leaped backward.  

 

Distracted by the snow-white man, he hadn’t even noticed someone else was there. As his field of vision widened with the distance, Dori spotted a familiar man.  

 

‘……Huh?’  

 

Haban was lying diagonally across the bed.  

 

He wore only a single thin robe made of sheer fabric, and even that was left open. Though his posture was languid, an intense, dangerous aura radiated from him.  

 

“Come here.”  

 

Haban beckoned arrogantly.  

 

At that, the man slowly lifted his foot. Step by step. His toes dragged hesitantly across the floor. The sticky sound of sweat peeling away betrayed his tension.  

 

Eventually, when only a short distance remained, Haban pushed himself up and sat on the edge of the bed. Through the parted fabric, his muscular chest, toned abdomen, and thick thighs were fully visible, unobstructed.  

 

Dori instinctively squeezed his eyes shut.  

 

‘Is he insane? How is that even possible?’  

 

He had guessed when he felt it through the fabric earlier, but even in its relaxed state, the member between Haban’s legs was thick and long. The man seemed to sense it too—his already hesitant steps slowed even further.  

 

Haban watched him without a word.  

 

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, his gaze blatant. Unable to endure any longer, the man finally stood before him, and Haban reached out.  

 

“Hk!”  

 

Yanked forward in one swift motion, the man staggered and collapsed. The spot where he landed just happened to be Haban’s lap, and he flinched in shock before scrambling back onto his knees on the floor.  

 

Immediately, Haban grabbed the back of his head and forced it back.  

 

“Agh!”  

 

The man let out a pained groan.  

 

‘……!’  

 

Dori froze as the man’s face was exposed, his disheveled hair gripped tightly.  

 

“How dare a lowly thing keep the Emperor waiting.”  

 

“H-Haban….”  

 

“Yes, Dori.”  

 

Haban called the man coldly.  

 

Dori. The original white fox and the main male lead of the novel *Haban, God’s Dori*.  

 

His cheeks were pale with fear, his lashes trembling. Beneath them, golden eyes slowly welled with tears. His face was so beautiful and pitiful that it was hard to believe it could express such a different aura.  

 

The man’s lips quivered before he bit down hard.  

 

“Open.”  

 

“W-wait. My lips are still torn, and m-my back hurts too much….”  

 

“So?”  

 

“……Can’t you just not do it this once?”  

 

“Open.”  

 

His tone left no room for argument. The gaze looking down at him was utterly indifferent.  

 

“Don’t waste time. Show me your use.”  

 

As if resigned, the man’s body slackened. After a moment, his tightly pressed lips parted.  

 

Haban’s thick fingers brutally forced their way between the soft flesh, pressing down on his tongue and shoving deep into his throat. The man let out a choked gasp.  

 

“One more.”  

 

“Nngh—hk!”  

 

As Haban tried to force a third finger into the narrow space that could barely hold two, the man desperately clung to Haban’s clothes. Unswallowed saliva dripped down his chin.  

 

“I keep telling you to use your tongue, but you never learn.”  

 

“Hngk!”  

 

“This is why it’ll hurt again today. I can’t waste oil on a hole like yours, so you’d better make good use of your spit.”  

 

Haban gathered his thick fingers and roughly thrust them in and out, as if penetrating. The man, his mouth blocked, seemed unable to even think of answering. His hands clutched desperately at Haban’s wrist.  

 

“Gahk!”  

 

Only then did Dori snap out of it. He rushed forward, but after just a few steps, his small body collided with something invisible and bounced back.  

 

‘Glass?’  

 

An unseen, transparent wall stood before him. Dori tapped the air with his front paws. No matter how hard he rammed his head against it, the barrier held firm.  

 

Why? Just to make me watch?  

 

Frantic, he clawed at the floor—just as Haban pulled his fingers out.  

 

A string of saliva stretched as the mucous membrane separated. Haban wiped the mess on the man’s cheek before releasing his grip, letting his head drop.  

 

“What have you done to deserve crying?”  

 

“Th-that’s not it….”  

 

“Enough. All you know is how to whimper. Do your best to suck. If you do well, I’ll finish with just your mouth today.”  

 

With his other hand, Haban stroked his own length, now fully erect. Veins bulged with arousal, and when lips touched it, Haban pressed down on the man’s head.  

 

The thick flesh slid in and out. The man coughed repeatedly before catching his breath, then hesitantly stuck out his tongue. Carefully licking the tip, he wrapped both hands around the shaft.