He’s a Fox Ch 75(NSFW)

Chapter 75(NSFW)

The gaze fixed on him was relentless, as if it refused to miss even the slightest flicker of expression. Even in ordinary moments, to be stared at like that would make him feel self‑conscious—much more so in their current situation, and it unsettled him greatly. Hohyun turned his head aside to escape it, but the prickling intensity on the back of his skull made him falter; in the end, he broke the silence by speaking first.

“W‑What… are, hhhn, you thinking…?”

“…Nothing much. Just that I could’ve tried something else. Feels like a missed opportunity.”

What? Hadn’t he already touched just about everywhere—arms, thighs, waist, back? As Hohyun ticked off the possibilities one by one by process of elimination, his thoughts froze when Kangwoon moved his fingers inside. There was a particular spot that sparked sharper jolts compared to the others.

“—Hff!” His hands clenched the sheets so tightly his knuckles went white. The tiger bit and sucked faintly at his shoulder blade, drawing helpless shudders out of Hohyun. His trembling hand groped backward, fumbling several times before managing to grasp the solid forearm driving into him. At that, the fingers widening him stirred rougher, scraping inside.

But the more time passed, the more pressing questions churned within Hohyun. No matter how many fingers were used, they could not compare to the tiger’s organ. Honestly, the stretching seemed pointless—his gut told him it would never make a difference. Pressing his forehead into the sheets, he voiced that doubt.

“S‑Sir…”

“What is it?”

“I d‑don’t think… hhhn, it c‑can… fit.”

“It will. At first, it’s tough. But… it goes in.”

It was clearly spoken from experience. Yet despite that reassurance, Hohyun found it hard to trust. He shook his head in refusal, and Kangwoon softened his tone.

“Should we do something else, then?”

“Hhhn—yes…”

Hohyun, interpreting that to mean “stop with the backside and touch elsewhere,” bobbed his head eagerly. His emphatic acceptance made Kangwoon withdraw his fingers at once. There was the rustle of movement, then something soft and wet pressed against him. Startled by the unfamiliar, pliant sensation—too supple to be fingers—he realized what it was and panicked.

“Agh! W‑Wait, S‑Sir, wait, please—!”

It was like the old saying, fleeing the fox only to meet the tiger.¹ Strictly speaking, this place was part of his intestines. That someone would not only prod his insides with fingers but lick them—such a thing was unimaginable to Hohyun. Yet his walls, already toyed with by digits, welcomed the invading tongue without shame. As the hot, living muscle thrust inside, the entrance was sucked hard, making him gasp as if everything inside him might spill out.

“Ah—hhhn, uhh, nghhh…!”

His legs kicked wildly against the sheets, one foot striking Kangwoon with a heavy thud. But the tiger was unfazed, carrying on as though nothing happened. His greedy sucking grew so intense tears pricked Hohyun’s eyes, spilling with pitiful whimpers as waves of sensation crashed through him.

Had he known such a thing would happen, he would have begged Kangwoon to simply continue with the fingers. Regret came far too late, for the tiger licked him to the brim. Licked back there, while his front was a complete mess. Each time he strained to hold his climax, his rear clamped involuntarily. He was poised right at the edge of madness.

When Kangwoon finally pulled away—whether satisfied with the taste or deeming him loosened enough—Hohyun felt a flicker of relief. But then something else, far larger, pressed insistently at him.

Thicker than fingers, hotter than a tongue. Realizing exactly what body part was pushing against him, Hohyun swallowed hard. The firm heat pressing into his groin brought with it the tiger’s unique musk. Recognizing the moment had arrived, fear pooled cold in his belly.

That deliberate rubbing against his entrance made his tailbone tingle. Thanks to both fingers and tongue, the place was thoroughly relaxed, so each time that heavy shaft nudged, the ring quivered and loosened. The glans, coated in lube and saliva, made sticky sounds against him. Hohyun’s ears flushed at a sound he had never once heard in his 21 years of life.

But contrary to expectation, the tiger didn’t simply thrust in. Every time the tip pressed as though it would breach, it would retreat; when the ring began to close back, it nudged forward again. Open, close, open, close—manipulated by Kangwoon’s rhythm, Hohyun finally broke.

“C‑Can’t you just… do it already?”

“Mmm… are you sure you’ll be alright?”

He thought he would rather endure pain than this agonizing teasing. Sniffling through his nose, Hohyun’s plea made Kangwoon pull away. He flipped him abruptly, as if turning a pancake, then guided Hohyun’s arms around his own neck. As Hohyun clung on, Kangwoon tore open a condom and rolled it down his shaft. After completing his preparations, he positioned himself.

The massive member forced its way forward, prying him open. Pain streaked up his spine, making his eyes fly wide.

“…!”

He couldn’t even scream. As the thick invasion pressed inexorably inside, his entrance stretched taut around just the glans. Gasping helplessly, he couldn’t breathe properly, his breath trapped in his throat—until Kangwoon bent down, sealed their lips, and exhaled into him, pushing air into his lungs.

Clarity flickered back. With tears brimming, Hohyun lifted his eyes to the tiger. His usually neat hair now lay wildly disheveled across his sweating brow, his brows drawn in pained endurance. A bead of clear sweat slid down his jawline, and Hohyun’s vision blurred.

Their eyes met, and Kangwoon smiled with squinting warmth—a smile sharpened by arousal. Seeing that expression, Hohyun felt the pain beneath begin to dull a little. He gasped and trembled until Kangwoon touched his lower belly with the tips of his fingers.

“Looks like… it’s not only pain, huh?”

“…?”

What did he mean? Blinking in confusion, Hohyun glanced down—thick semen stained Kangwoon’s hand. Dazedly staring at the viscous mess, he was suddenly pulled close by the waist. Thud! His thighs smacked firmly against Kangwoon’s hips.

“…Khhhn!”

The sensation of his walls sheathing the entire length made Kangwoon release a deep breath, a growl reverberating in his throat. That guttural rumble made Hohyun freeze tight. The tiger wanted to devour him whole, or roll him around inside his mouth until nothing remained but melted sweetness. Battling that nearly feral urge, Kangwoon drove his hips.

Once the real thrusting began, Hohyun at last could breathe properly—but only because his screams tore free. He clawed at the forearms locked tight around his waist, but his short nails left no marks against the tiger’s corded muscle.

The sheer size hurt, though pain wasn’t the only problem. Each time Kangwoon’s length struck a certain place, sobs spilled out of Hohyun’s throat. The ease, the confidence of his movements was bewildering—like watching someone who had done this countless times before. Hohyun tried to protest, though his mind was a haze.

“S‑Second time, isn’t it…? Ngh, hhh—ugh!”

“Counting the days, yes… it’s only the second time.”

“…Memo—”

“Hm?”

“M‑Memory, I—I don’t—ahh!”

Even as he cried and babbled in complaint—that it was unfair if he couldn’t remember it—the tiger, in search of a way to ease his grievance, caught Hohyun’s hand and placed it on his chest. He couldn’t restore missing memories, but there was some compensation he could give.

“Touch me if you want. Or bite, or anything… do as you please.”

“Uhhhnn…”

Permission granted freely—Hohyun’s eyes gleamed through tears. With trembling hands, he reached out to squeeze Kangwoon’s broad chest muscles. The way he timidly teased as told made Kangwoon close his eyes with a stifled moan. The shaft buried within him swelled, shifting its angle.

Footnote

1. “여우를 피하려다가 호랑이를 만난다” (lit. “avoid the fox only to meet the tiger”): A Korean proverb meaning escaping a small danger only to collide with a greater one. Here used directly since Hohyun himself is a fox beastkin facing Kangwoon, the tiger beastkin.