He’s a Fox Ch 76(NSFW)

Chapter 76(NSFW)

The flared ridge at the tip suddenly struck a particular spot inside. A sensation so sharp it bordered on agony ripped through Hohyun’s mind, almost like claws raking across his brain. His grip faltered, and he released what he had been holding, clawing frantically at the sheets instead. Mouth hanging open, panting in disarray, his face was closely observed by the tiger.

“Here?”

“Hhhhn—ahh, uhk, nnngh…!”

He couldn’t properly answer, only sputtering breathlessly. As though to confirm, Kangwoon rubbed the same place again. Hohyun threw his head back, trembling helplessly, while the tiger tilted his head in consideration.

“Last time… fffhh, wasn’t it here?”

“Mmnghh—! Aahhh, ahhhhnnn!”

“Seems like… this is good too?”

Every time he probed another spot as if to cross‑check, Hohyun’s thighs trembled uncontrollably. Sticky flesh greedily squeezed upon the shaft lodged inside, trying to wring it dry. Yet ironically, the owner of that body still didn’t seem to realize exactly what was happening to him.

The relentless battering pitched his body upward, making the mattress beneath complain. The bed—built by some furniture company that once boasted of its scientific resilience—creaked and groaned as if nearing collapse under the weight of two grown beastkin clashing violently. Hohyun, however, didn’t notice the noise at all; louder sounds were pouring from his own throat.

“Hhhhk—nnngh, hnnh, d‑d‑don’t, t‑too deep…!”

It was as if fireworks were exploding inside his skull. He shook his head slowly, pleading, panting so hard his breath came in harsh huffs. Kangwoon leaned to capture his lips. As much as Hohyun loved kissing, it didn’t seem wise when he was on the verge of suffocating. Yet when he tried to turn away, his gaze locked with the tiger’s—and froze. From his untouched member, thick liquid streamed out in endless spurts. Seeing this, Kangwoon let out a strained chuckle.

“My face… is it really… hhhhn, that good?”

Flicking at Hohyun’s twitching, spilling sex with a finger, Kangwoon questioned. Blankly, dazed beyond denial, Hohyun nodded. Accepting without hesitation, he left Kangwoon sighing deeply. Instead of thrusting in a tongue, however, the tiger sank his teeth sharply into Hohyun’s lower lip with an audible clack. Hohyun squeezed his eyes shut from the sharp sting; tears long gathered slipped free at last.

Inside him, the buried shaft swelled suddenly. Logically, Kangwoon was feline beastkin, incapable of “knotting” like canines²—so it must have been illusion. But Hohyun, clinging to the tiger’s neck, could scarcely breathe. The pounding motions ceased, his strength gave out, legs collapsing limply beneath him.

“Hhhhnnn—hahhh, hhh…”

“…Huff…”

Having climaxed, Kangwoon clutched Hohyun tight, teeth nibbling and biting all over his tear‑stained face. Fixated on the corners of his eyes, he sucked obsessively—explaining why his eyes had been marked like that once before. Though he had clearly ejaculated, Kangwoon did not immediately withdraw. Instead, he resumed sliding his hips with gentle motions, soothing the place as though comforting the ground after a storm. Hohyun sighed softly as faint tremors of pleasure trickled through him.

So this was the end. Relieved, he struggled to rise on his trembling limbs. Yet of course, the tiger would never release him easily.

Smack, smack. Light kisses fell across his cheeks, then deepened, grew sticky, until tongues intertwined once more. Even while engaged in this wet kiss, the length inside remained. By the time Hohyun realized something was wrong, it was far too late.

Kangwoon slowly slipped out, reached for the box of condoms tossed aside. The fox, horrified, stared wide as Kangwoon deliberately tore open another. He wanted to protest—but one look at the tiger’s still‑smoldering desire robbed him of words. Accidentally achieving a seduction through sheer beauty, Kangwoon grinned brilliantly. As the enormous shaft parted him again, Hohyun cursed his own weakness for visual appeal and squeezed his eyes shut. That night stretched endlessly long.

After being worked mercilessly through the night, Hohyun slept like the dead. It wasn’t until the next morning that he barely managed to open his eyes. Unfortunately, this wasn’t because he’d rested enough—it was because of the sudden absence of warmth beside him.

Reflexively he searched for the body that usually heated his side, but his hand found only a patch of cold sheets. Squinting blearily, he spotted the tiger’s silhouette standing on the dim side of the room. He thought he heard him mutter something, uncertain words lost to the haze. Regardless, Kangwoon soon approached.

“I’ll step out for a bit. Stay and rest.”

He whispered while brushing Hohyun’s ear lightly, then bent his head to nuzzle. The ticklish touch made Hohyun smile faintly, after which he promptly drifted back into sleep—trusting the words. He did worry he might oversleep again like last time, but thankfully, a small tiger cub searching for its older brother’s whereabouts entered the room and woke him before noon.

Though he had slept, fatigue still tugged—unsurprising after all he had endured yesterday. Yawning, he debated whether to follow little Yul into an afternoon nap when the front door clicked open.

“Back already?”

It was unusual for Kangwoon to go out at all, but whenever he did, his absences were normally long—returning in late afternoon. Hohyun’s eyes widened at the early return. The crocodile beastkin also looked equally surprised.

The tiger who entered appeared just as he had in the morning, but he wasn’t alone. Behind him followed another person, and the instant Hohyun saw that face, his body stiffened.

Pale yellow eyes glowed from beneath casually tousled bangs, so light they almost appeared white. Long hair, especially the locks in back, shifted smoothly with each movement. Lush lashes framed those eyes, contrasting starkly with blood‑red lips against pallid skin. He was dazzling—so striking that any passerby would glance back at least once.

Though such looks naturally drew attention, Hohyun—who just hours earlier had studied Kangwoon’s face up close—found himself struck more by the foreignness than the beauty. Clearly this man was not of the Eastern clans.³ Rising hastily, Hohyun stiffened as he registered it.

The man had done nothing threatening, yet the fox felt his nerves tense at the mere presence of a Westerner. Born and raised on Eastern soil, Hohyun had always struggled with those from the West. If the man were a canine species (like dogs or wolves) communication might be easier, but above his head stood rounded ears thickly furred at the tips—not canine, but undeniably tiger ears. Their color was unusually pale, lighter even than Kangwoon’s cub Yul. Perhaps Western tigers were naturally lighter in fur than Eastern ones? Awkwardly wavering, Hohyun studied him as Kangwoon strode confidently over.

Interlacing their fingers like a claim, the tiger rumbled deep in his throat. He knocked foreheads with Hohyun in greeting before turning his head toward the guest. The unfamiliar tiger, expression listless, followed the host’s small nod, walking toward the study. As he disappeared down the hall, his long golden‑striped tail swished languidly, catching Hohyun’s fascinated eye.

The guest departed less than an hour later. As sudden as his entrance, his exit, leaving Hohyun in relief. It seemed only a fleeting encounter, nothing more. But precisely one week later, the fox would cross paths with the Western tiger again.

Early in the morning, the doorbell rang. Still groggy, Hohyun went to answer—and the same striking tiger stood there. Only now, Kangwoon had just stepped out, leaving Hohyun alone.

‘But—I’m rubbish at foreign languages…!’

He could manage basic phrases, thanks to compulsory schooling, but carrying a proper conversation with a Westerner was daunting. He fumbled silently—until the man spoke first.

“Where’s Kangwoon‑hyung?”

“…Eh—you can… speak Eastern tongue?”

From the Westerner’s lips came fluent Eastern. Hohyun’s tense face relaxed immediately, relief washing over him. But then he swallowed hard at the title used—“hyung.”

What was Kangwoon’s relationship to this man, for him to call him “hyung”? Even Hohyun, his lover, had never used that kinship title. Showing faint wariness, the fox watched him. But the guest waited calmly for an answer, unfazed. Hohyun could only explain as best he knew where Kangwoon had gone.