Chapter 130(NSFW)

Bad Haban, wicked Haban!

Dori, trembling, barely managed to lift one leg and place it over Haban’s shoulder. Then, pressing down with the sole of his foot as if to step on him to make him move aside, he pushed insistently. But in truth, even curling his toes took all the strength he had, so the force was negligible.

Thus, it had no effect on Haban whatsoever.

“Don’t hold back, I told you.”

“Hngh! Please, just—don’t bite… d-don’t talk!”

With no other choice, Dori reached for Haban’s hair.

The strands were so smooth that, after several failed grasps, he finally managed to seize the ends. At that very moment, Haban pulled back from the tip of his penis, then, in one swift movement, swallowed him down to the root while sliding the hand that had been gripping the shaft further down.

“Haban! I—I can’t, I can’t anymore…!”

Dori squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them again. Something—whether sweat or tears—slid down from his temples in a steady trickle. Strangely, his mind went blank, and it felt as though his breath was being stolen away. A searing heat seemed to coil slowly around his throat.

“Tsk.”

In the end, Haban released Dori’s member from his mouth and gave it a couple of firm strokes with his hand. Then, from the tip that had been held back for so long, milky-white semen spurted out in sudden bursts.

“Hhhnngh, ah! Hhhaahh!”

Tensing every muscle in his body, Dori convulsed in small tremors, his face going pale.

“See? Why be so stubborn?”

Haban caught the ankle barely hanging over his shoulder, pressed a kiss to the bone of his ankle, then gently set it down.

It was fortunate he had looked up to see Dori’s flushed, aroused face—had he not, he might not have noticed in time that Dori had nearly lost consciousness.

“Haban… because of you… hahh… that… hahh… that happened… b-because it tastes bad…”

“You may think it tastes fishy, but didn’t I say I’m fine with it?”

“Lies… I just… I really hate it…”

Even while gasping for breath, Dori stubbornly forced the words out to the end, then buried his face into the pillow as if to avoid looking at him.

Amid the pale, fine hair, the rounded human ears—different from a beast’s—were flushed red. Haban wanted nothing more than to nip at them.

By now, Dori’s clothes had ridden up, exposing his pale belly, onto which some semen had splattered. Haban wiped it away with his hand, rubbing him with his fingertips until he was well-moistened again, then spread apart Dori’s trembling thighs with his knees to keep them open.

Then, pressing his thumb firmly into the small, recessed hole beneath the plump perineum, it sank in easily all the way to the nail.

Dori, who had been panting into the pillow, immediately turned his head.

“W-what are you trying to do?”

“Well… what do you think I’m trying to do?”

Just in case, Haban rotated his thumb in a circle to widen the inside, but unlike how easily it had entered, the swollen flesh inside made movement difficult. It seemed the semen alone hadn’t been enough to lubricate the interior.

When Haban lifted his head, Dori instantly started to whine.

“Ah, ah—it hurts!”

“I haven’t even done anything yet.”

“We did it this morning! It’s still swollen, it really hurts!”

Trying to close his legs with strained effort but failing, Dori pouted his lips.

With the corners of his lips curling upward, Haban kissed the tip of his pout, then reached for the small box above Dori’s head. Opening its neat, square lid, he found that the space—nearly empty just this morning—was now filled to the brim. From the neatly lined-up, smoothly shaped flasks, he picked one with a yellow stopper.

“No. Haban, not that. Put it down. Put it down.”

Dori’s golden eyes, as beautiful as the stopper of the flask, shook violently. Even without knowing exactly what was inside, his experience and instincts told him where it was going to go.

“Then, should I use something else?”

“I just… I don’t think now’s the time for anything.”

“If we don’t, you’ll be uncomfortable.”

“Then Haban can just not do it!”

The previously limp, soft body began to scoot backward, pushing with his heels against the bedding.

Looking down at the wriggling form trying to escape from beneath him, Haban smiled gently. Then, he pulled the stopper out with his teeth.

Pop. The moment the lid came off, the rich scent of honey filled the room.

“…Ah.”

Haban let out a low moan. The instant the sweet fragrance hit, the inside of Dori, wrapped around his finger, twitched and tightened.

“Looks like you like this too, Dori.”

“No, I said I don’t!!”

It was precious honey, offered as tribute to the Emperor. It was pure, unadulterated honey, collected in minuscule amounts from hives that fed exclusively on Hyeonhwa flowers—the sweetest, most fragrant blooms in the Empire.

“You’ll hurt yourself like that.”

“No! Haban! What are you doing wasting it! That’s really delicious! It’s really expensive!”

Dori reached out to stop Haban from tilting the flask, probably because, as he’d often sent it as a treat, he’d heard from palace attendants just how precious it was.

“That’s exactly why you shouldn’t be the only one to taste it—this part should be fed too, don’t you think?”

“What kind of nonsense is that?!”

When Haban glanced downward, toward the place still clamping around one of his fingers, Dori followed his gaze—then quickly shook his head even harder.

If they kept wrestling over the flask, Dori might get hurt. Dodging Dori’s grasping hand, Haban, in one swift motion, poured the treasured honey liberally over Dori’s sex.

“U-uhhh!”

The thick honey drenched the member that had just climaxed, then slowly trickled down between his thighs. Dori, feeling every drop vividly, stayed frozen still, afraid that even a slight movement would get honey on the bedding.

“If I’d known you’d like it this much, I would’ve given it to you sooner.”

The viscous sweetness dripped down his soft skin, over Haban’s hand, and seeped into the hidden opening. When he pushed his finger in again with more force, it slid in much more easily than before. Inside, the flesh moved as though savoring the honey, suckling at his finger.

“Hhhngh, d-don’t… say… things like that…”

“Now that I think about it, you like soft fruits too. I wonder if this place enjoys them just as much.”

Haban switched fingers and slid in two at once.

The once-tight entrance loosened, and from there it was only a matter of following the path already made. Thanks to the thick, long intrusion that had plumbed him deep all the way until morning, it wasn’t long before he could fit three fingers.

“…Hhhahh… nghhh!”

Dori kept biting and releasing his lips, so Haban kissed him whenever there was an opening. Each time, he curled his fingers upward to press firmly against the most sensitive spot. The inner walls clenched around his fingers just as tightly as Dori’s erection was standing stiff.

“Hhhaahh, Haban… now, hurry…”

Pressing his cheek against the pillow and rubbing against it, Dori covered his own head with both hands, shoulders drawn in tight. It was because he feared that, lost in pleasure, his pointed ears might pop out.

“What are you talking about?”

“Th-that… Haban… th-that…”

Unable to say it outright, Dori bit down on his lower lip, moaning over and over, until he started sucking on it hard. Haban, worried his pale lips might split and bleed, deliberately pressed down on them with a finger to make him let go. Between the parted lips, a bright red tongue flicked out, licking at Haban’s fingertip.

“Haban, hm?”

After teasing him, Haban released his lips, then pulled out his own thick length and aligned it with Dori’s entrance. Though he longed to take his time and enjoy this far longer, for some reason, Dori always hated it when his ears or tail appeared during such moments.

Grasping his tense buttocks firmly, Haban spread them wide. He could see the opening twitching shut again.

“Hhhgh, nghhh!”

The broad tip pushed into the entrance, rocking and pressing as if to pry it open before slowly forcing the shaft inside, the narrow opening stretching to accommodate it.

“Hhhngh, nnnghh…”

Dori dug his nails into the bedding. Haban, as if about to rush, sank in deeply, then drew back slightly before sliding forward again, the pronounced veins scraping against the slick inner walls with a shiver-inducing sensation.

“Uhhnngh, hahhh, nghh!”

Just when it seemed he was fully inside, Haban shoved the rest of the thick flesh in to the hilt. Pressing down with his weight, the fleeting brush against a sensitive spot sparked a jolt of pleasure that burst all at once.

“Hhhahhh…”

It seemed Haban’s patience ended the moment he’d eased himself in; the dull shock of the blunt tip hitting a place it shouldn’t made Dori’s mouth fall open before he could close it again. His vision flashed white.

“Hhhghhh, nghhh… ah! Hhhahhh…”

Dori panted heavily.

Whenever the massive shaft plowed into him, it felt as though his organs were being pushed upward in his belly—then crushed. The pounding left his head ringing.

When Haban lifted both of Dori’s legs to hook over his shoulders, his hips were raised off the bedding.

“Hhhnghh, ahhngh! I-it’s… dizzy…”

“That’s because you keep shaking your head… huuuh…”

“Aahhh, ahh! Hhhmmp! …Hhhnghh, ahhh!”

In this suspended position, the tense interior reflexively clenched and released, clinging to Haban’s shaft so tightly that it was hard to tell whether the flesh was pushing in or the walls were pulling it inside.

“A-ahhh! I-I’m sorry… hhhaahhh!”

“Sorry… for what, exactly?”

Each time his words broke off, Haban drove in hard, the sound of flesh striking flesh ringing out in rapid succession. The ceiling spun, the view before him spun, and even Haban’s form wavered in his vision.

Before long, Dori’s fully erect length couldn’t hold back any longer and reached climax. Even knowing it, Haban continued to thrust violently upward.

As pleasure wracked his body, tears spilled from the corners of Dori’s eyes.

“Hhhghhh!”

Thud.

The shaft slammed deep inside, pressing down as if to crush him from within.

Footnotes:

1. Hyeonhwa (현화 / 玄花) – A fictional flower in this context, described as the sweetest and most fragrant in the Empire, used exclusively to feed special bees whose honey is of unparalleled quality. 
2. Honey was often considered a luxury in historical East Asian courts, with certain rare floral honeys reserved for royalty. This scene draws on that association to highlight the honey’s preciousness.