Chapter 129(NSFW)

This is practically the same as being imprisoned!

There might not be a lock on the doorknob, and there might not be a rope around my neck, but if Haban doesn’t give permission, I can’t go outside!

Dori quietly sat up, drew his knees up, and stuffed the thickly padded quilt between his chest and legs, hugging it close. The truth was, he was hesitating over what to say next.

After watching him silently for a while, Haban was the first to speak.

“Dori.”

“…Huh?”

“You haven’t forgotten the promise you made with your own lips, have you? That while staying here, you’d obey me in everything without question.”

Of course, he remembered. How much time had passed since then—how could he forget? But at the time, he hadn’t known Haban would control him to this extent, so it had been easy to agree.

“…Mm-hm. Y-Yeah, that’s right. I did.”

Dori gave a vague, half-hearted reply. But inwardly, his head was full of plans to find an opening and coax or persuade Haban.

It had been Dori who had insisted they stay a few more days when Haban, who was only staying here as if for a short rest before preparing to return to the imperial palace, wanted to leave. The small, cozy, and warm house felt like his dream come true, and he wanted to savor it for as long as possible.

Besides, compared to the Emperor in the palace—adorned in full regalia with an entourage of palace attendants trailing behind—Haban here almost felt like an ordinary man.

Of course, the moment he stepped outside the room, the guards’ eyes would gleam sharply, and the security around the house was still tight. But it was still less oppressive than the palace. And since this place wasn’t a location from the original story, wasn’t it even safer?

Do you really think the ending has truly changed?

From time to time, that curled-up anxiety in the corner of his mind would rear up and whisper to him.

In the novel, Dori’s story ended with him being shot with an arrow and dying. Could such an important plot point really change just because the time and place were altered?

Whenever those frightening thoughts surfaced, Dori focused on reality all the more, determined to be happy. So while staying here, he wanted to enjoy everything to the fullest and create memories along the way. But the one holding all the decision-making power—Haban—wasn’t cooperating, which was frustrating to no end.

“Is there anything lacking here? If you need something, speak. I’ll have them fetch it for you.”

“…No.”

“Then why are you acting so spoiled?”

“That’s because…”

When asked directly for a reason, Dori hesitated.

Haban’s voice, usually calm, was now quietly subdued. They say that flames burn hotter when they are blue rather than red, and perhaps Haban was like that too.

Maybe the emotions he tried to hide from sight were even hotter than the ones he showed outwardly.

No, I shouldn’t say it now.

It wasn’t as if he felt uncomfortable being watched by Haban, but he didn’t want to bring it up and risk upsetting him unnecessarily.

As he became lost in thought, his arms loosened, and the quilt he’d been clutching so tightly slipped down.

Through the parted front of his clothes, Haban’s gaze was caught by skin mottled with reddish marks and a single pink nipple.

They were marks from bites and hard suction—not ones that would fade in a few days. Those marks, in turn, were enough to temporarily soothe the burning possessiveness within Haban.

It was still far from sundown.

That morning, Haban had traced a fresh, thumb-sized bruise on Dori’s body with his fingertip.

“…Huh? Why?”

Startled out of his thoughts, Dori looked up abruptly.

He’d been lost in his own mind all this time, and now they were suddenly locking eyes—how impertinent! Haban’s mischievous mood began to rise.

Well, there was no need to wait until night, was there?

If I drain his strength now, he won’t have the energy to pester me about going outside later.

And while he was at it, he could satisfy his own desires.

Dori was terribly dramatic. Whenever Haban thrust deep and hard, twisting inside him, he would tighten around him, gasp, and cry out that it hurt or that he couldn’t take it. And yet, Haban knew the truth—he still let himself be fooled every time, which meant he never fully indulged in Dori as much as he wanted.

Just the thought of Dori flushed and disheveled was enough to make Haban feel heavy below.

When he had Dori on his stomach, thrusting from the entrance to the very deepest part in one stroke, even the way his round shoulders curled and his toes rubbed against the quilt in pleasure was utterly endearing.

“Haban?”

Dori tilted his head as he called out, unaware that his shirt had slipped off one shoulder, exposing half his body, as Haban’s fingers kept rubbing the bruise.

“Haa…”

At almost the same moment he lowered the drapes until the surroundings were dim, Haban pushed Dori deeper into the bed.

Though startled into falling back, Dori soon realized what that looming shadow meant. His shoulders flinched, and he tried to sit up, but strong hands held him down immediately.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“I-I just… got a little thirsty.”

“I’ll fill you with something else, so don’t worry.”

“…!”

Haban gripped the waistband of Dori’s pants and, in one swift motion, pulled them down along with his underclothes.

Before Dori could even resist, the lower half of his body was completely bare, every bit of skin between his legs fully exposed.

W-What is this! This shameless…!

Dori’s mind went blank, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly like a fish.

It wasn’t as though Haban had never pulled him into bed in broad daylight before, but never had he stripped only his lower half so abruptly. The humiliation made him feel as if his whole body was burning red.

In the meantime, Haban’s hand had closed around Dori’s groin. Slowly stroking, then pressing his palm to rub against bare skin, made his lower belly tense instinctively.

“Ah—w-wait…”

Dori kept shoving at Haban’s chest with one hand while fumbling across the bed with the other. Instead of finding his discarded pants—which Haban had tossed somewhere—he busied himself pulling the nearby quilt over him.

But by the time he snapped back to his senses, Haban’s hand was already wrapped around his half-erect member.

“Hngh…”

The soft fluid gathered at the tip was smeared over the head and shaft, making the movement slick and smooth. The wet, sticky sounds only heightened the pleasure.

“T-There… more…”

The familiar touch made the urge to reach climax stronger than any thought of stopping Haban. Dori, who had been pushing against his chest, now grabbed Haban’s wrist and pulled it toward him instead.

“…Hhht!”

In the end, a soft moan slipped from Dori’s lips.

Afraid those outside might hear, he bit his lips tightly—until Haban pressed his fingernail against the slit at the tip, forcing a sound out of him.

Haban covered Dori’s slightly parted lips, now gasping for breath, with his own. Even the smallest moan from Dori was something he didn’t want to share with anyone.

With the delicate whimper came a sweet trace of saliva flowing into Haban’s mouth. He swallowed all of it and pushed his thick tongue deep into Dori’s throat, prodding and exploring.

“H-Haban… nghh—!”

When Haban finally pulled back to let him breathe, Dori, flushed with heat, hurried to press their lips together again.

He clumsily sucked at Haban’s lips, and when Haban parted his mouth, something soft and pliant slipped inside—his tongue. His expression was one of complete abandon, consumed by excitement.

When Dori’s length in his hand grew taut and hard, Haban pressed the tip to keep him from releasing.

“Haah… why… whyy…”

Dori’s voice dragged out, his reddened eyes shimmering wetly.

“Spread your legs more.”

“L-Like this…?”

His soft thighs opened wide to the side. If he bit down hard enough, his mouth would surely be flooded with sweetness.

“Hurry… haa… quickly…”

Even his nose was flushed pink now, his eyelashes drooping as he looked up at him with a desperate expression. The sight made Haban want to torment him even more, the sadistic urge he was restraining twitching to life.

At times like this, he wanted to drain every last drop of liquid from Dori’s body, lick it, and drink it down—though other times, he wanted to leave him tearless.

At that moment, Haban bent down and took the fully hardened length into his mouth.

“H-Haba… ah! Don’t—don’t!”

The damp inner walls clung tightly to his hardened flesh. As it tightened around him, Dori let out a cry that was half a moan.

Haban’s mouth was hot and wet. His supple tongue rubbed against the ridged underside of the head while alternately squeezing and releasing the shaft with practiced ease. Every time that black head moved, Dori felt as though something were being pulled out of him, his vision blurring.

“P-Please, take it out! Take it out!”

“You can just finish like this.”

“Ah, no…! J-Just—!”

When Haban spoke around the length in his mouth, the soft lips enclosing him sent shivers of stimulation through him, pushing him right to the edge. Every hair on his body stood on end as he fought desperately not to release.