SAFBIAN Ch 167(NSFW)

Chapter 167 (Extra 1.11)(NSFW)

After a moment,

“Kang!”

“No! I don’t want to!”

“Kang, kang!”

“I said I don’t want to!”

As Haban undressed, Dori leapt from his chair and grabbed the hems of the palace women’s skirts, pulling backward.

Like watching a beloved fox frolic playfully, a pleased smile spread across the palace women’s faces.

“It seems you really like baths.”

“That’s right. He always gets excited when he sees water.”

“What kind of petals did you prepare?”

“These! Aren’t they beautiful?”

“They are, and the scent is lovely, too.”

A palace attendant sprinkled a handful of red petals into the bathwater, then lifted the basket. Another attendant carefully diluted aromatic oils.

So much was added that the scent filled the entire bathroom, making noses sting. Dori’s expression twisted in displeasure, understandably so.

The flowers were picked freshly in the morning and carefully dried, and the oils made from drops of dew gathered at dawn.

“Kang!”

“I said it’s unnecessary!”

Dori thumped the floor sharply with one front paw in protest. The attendants finished preparing the bath and giggled as they stepped out.

“Dori, you should come here, too.”

…Mmm.

Judging by the sound of water, Haban had already entered the tub. Dori flopped down where he stood and shook his ears.

When he turned, Haban, half-submerged in the water, motioned with his hand.

“You snuck out of your quarters again.”

“Kawng.”

What could he do with his discomfort?

Before, only Hongi and Cheongi had followed, but now palace women were trailing him everywhere.

“I heard the attendant guarding your room was punished again today.”

…Ah.

Dori’s small snout opened slightly. The thought of the attendants scolded by Lady Jang for not properly attending the emperor weighed on him.

Lowering his head as if deflated, Dori peeked sideways, and Haban’s stern mouth softened.

“Should I not scold you further?”

Dori wagged his tail weakly.

“Alright, then. Come here quickly.”

The bath had a step inside to sit on, but entering from the outside was very high for a fox.

As Dori trotted closer, Haban lifted him with one arm and seated him beside him. Haban seemed content with the water temperature and remained quiet.

Was he continuing to hold out in fox form?

Haban nonchalantly stroked the inner thigh of Dori. The secret, soft fox skin hidden beneath thick fur was rubbed by his firm palm.

Dori moved one step sideways to sit.

“Aren’t you uncomfortable? Your fur must be heavy when wet.”

This time, Haban reached for Dori’s chest.

Kang!

Dori instantly waved his wet tail, pushing Haban’s hand away.

After bathing, the fox had his feet gently dried and curled up on the bed.

Lying on his side, Haban propped his head with his elbow and lightly gathered the damp tail fur between his fingers, rubbing it as if kneading dough.

“Don’t.”

As Dori pulled his tail away, Haban pinched his ears playfully.

He kept flipping the whole ears backward, and as they fluttered, Haban’s chest rose and fell rhythmically through the half-falling silk bedding.

Glancing briefly, Dori accidentally met Haban’s steady gaze and flinched.

“How long do you intend to keep this up?”

That’s my business!

Using only his front paws, Dori crookedly pushed himself up to sit. Then, turning his head away, he huffed indignantly as his thick fox tail thumped heavily on the blanket.

Haban, wrapping his front paws around Dori’s rather than his hands, spoke soothingly,

“You said it would be difficult to live only like this.”

“…”

Right. It had already been several days, living solely in fox form.

Without realizing it, he had been scratching the blanket like digging earth instead of the ground.

Deep in thought, Dori wriggled under the blankets beside Haban’s feet. Changing to human form and peeking his face from beneath the blanket, Haban gently tapped his side.

“You won’t hurt me, right?”

“I don’t understand what you mean.”

“Wait, wait!”

Just as he hesitated moving closer, Haban suddenly rose and pushed Dori toward the wall. Wrapped in the blanket, Dori was trapped, unable to escape between the wall and Haban.

“Ugh!”

Startled by a sudden bite on his lips, Dori staggered back but soon found his back blocked by the wall.

“Um, uh…”

“It’s been three days now.”

Haban cut Dori off without hearing his excuse. He could no longer bear it.

Whenever he caught sight of Haban’s shadow approaching, Dori would transform into a fox and run away. Only his clothes remained folded on the spot where his body had disappeared.

“Well… I have something to say…”

Dori rolled his eyes anxiously. Haban watched him quietly.

Having been inseparable lovers for barely three days, Haban scrutinized him unwaveringly, pressing gently on the spot he had bitten earlier.

“Hss!”

His soft lips parted, and moist breath escaped. Haban slid his finger further into the small opening.

“If you dislike it, I won’t do it.”

His finger slowly rubbed against Dori’s palate and tongue.

“Ugh! No! It’s not like that!”

Dori immediately denied, worried Haban might misunderstand.

Haban’s thick finger pressed down on his tongue, then withdrew. He kissed repeatedly. Dori relaxed his tense shoulders and wrapped his arms around Haban’s waist.

“You’re hurt. I feel like I’m the only one who’s worried.”

A hand brushed lightly down from Dori’s back to grasp his hip. Though skin hadn’t touched skin, the place flushed hotly.

Dori shook his head vigorously and buried his face in Haban’s embrace.

“That’s not it. I-I’m just…”

His muttering was barely audible.

Though Haban didn’t catch the words clearly, he thought Dori was embarrassed. Even as he stroked Dori’s legs beneath the blanket, Dori was unusually still. His skin was smooth.

“Ah…!”

The hand that patted along his thigh slipped inward. Pressing a hidden, secret pocket filled with watery seed fluid in the palm, gently rolling it, Dori startled and raised his face from the embrace.

Would he change into a fox and flee again?

Haban hastily kissed him, biting and pulling on his lower lip, slipping flesh through the parted opening. His moist mouth was warm and hot, just like Dori’s narrow lower region. Excitement rose naturally.

Simultaneously, while thrusting deep, Haban wrapped his hand tightly around Dori’s shaft. Firm strength tightened the half-erect pillar, quickly swelling the organ.

“Huuup! Uh! Huh, hmm!”

Dori couldn’t struggle, panting hard. Haban wasn’t hurting him, but if he moved wrongly, the precious part might get pinched tight. Tears welled in Dori’s eyes.

“…Mhm.”

What had first felt sharp lips gradually softened.

The wet sounds of lips parting and reconnecting awakened a strange sensation. Even the slight biting felt pleasurable. It felt almost sad to have to part lips.

“Ah…! I like it…!”

Clear beads of liquid accumulated at the tip. Haban’s palm rubbed it onto the shaft with a slick touch.

From the glans to the base of the pillar, his slow, kneading movements were blatant.

“Ugh.”

Dori pressed his thighs together tightly, trying not to climax.

While he came many times already, Haban only had once or twice in return. Dori knew he must conserve strength to last the night.

Moreover, unintentionally enforced chastity suggested he would not end soon.

“Haa, baa…”

But Haban was relentless.

He quickly rubbed the cupped glans, wiped the wetness with his finger into Dori’s mouth, then wrapped the slick finger around the shaft, shaking it with a snap.

Dori’s eyes grew dazed.

“Huhn, ah! Ahh!”

Sitting, thighs trembling, he soon released a cloud of thick, milky semen that splattered onto his chest.

“Phew.”

Haban caught his breath watching the generous emission. It meant Dori hadn’t rejected him in favor of relieving desire elsewhere.

Relieved, Haban hugged Dori tightly and then released him. He pushed aside the blanket soaked with dribbling semen and laid Dori down. He threw aside the cumbersome silk sheets.

Spreading Dori’s thighs, the hidden opening blushed shyly exposed.

“Haban, hurry…”

Now Dori pressed him urgently, as if forgetting all his prior avoidance and trying to connect below.

“You must wait. You might get hurt if you rush.”

Haban’s impatience matched Dori’s.

Haban took a slender bottle from the bedside box, opened the cap, placed the mouth against Dori’s opening, and tilted the bottle. The slick fluid coated the delicate flesh, easing the way.

Pressing his finger firmly at the moist entrance, the tightly sealed flesh gradually relaxed, wrapping gently around the finger.

It took time to open from one finger to two. At least three fingers must fit, but the tightly closed flesh didn’t yield easily.

“Fas-fast…”

Unable to hold back, Dori gripped the blanket and rubbed his pale cheek, his lips red as if bitten fiercely.

Haban aligned the thick pillar with the entrance and pushed inside. The soft opening clung snugly to the glans. With a bit more force, the inner flesh tightened further as if to say “this far.”

Haban surveyed Dori’s tear-filled face.

“Is it… no?”

“It’s possible, but it will hurt a bit.”

“It’s hard even now. The longer it goes, the less the shaft shrinks.”

…Ugh! Why does it get bigger?

Despite Dori’s protests, Haban steadily pushed deeper. His soft, slow movements felt vivid and raw.

“Oh, please…!”

Chills ran from thigh to toes. The narrow passage’s sensation was always unfamiliar. For the first time, gentle pleasure frightened him. He feared getting overly excited.

The most chilling thing was that penetration still continued.

“Why do you cry?”

Haban wiped tears from Dori’s eyes. He merely tried not to stir painful memories, not to make Dori cry. Seeing his flushed, panting body pained him.

“I’ll do as you wish, so stop crying.”

With a rough thrust, a breathy “Ugh” escaped. Dori barely held onto Haban’s arm.

Thump thump!

After long endurance, Haban slowly pulled out after pushing back twice, his hips rising with the glans still hooked. The unacclimated inner walls twitched spasmodically.

Haban thrust deep at once again.

“Hah.”

Mine. My fox. My Dori.

Thump! Haban pushed vigorously. The startled inner walls squeezed tightly. That alone was satisfying. With his lower opening sealed, he felt as if united with Dori.

“Ah! Ungh! Ah, ah!”

The world rocked fiercely. The thick, long shaft violently pierced his body.

The shaft stood stiffly, dripping clear fluids over the semen spilled earlier. Having climaxed once already, he could barely hold on; it was nearing his limit.

This time he wished they could climax together.

Dori barely reached up and stroked Haban’s cheek.

A face full of desire to hold his lover close, eyes loving him tenderly.

“Dori.”

A kind summons.

“I love you.”

Dori couldn’t hold back.

Curling his toes in, he climaxed despite himself. Haban’s pitch-black eyes darkened like a void.

“Ugh.”

A strange warmth stirred inside.

‘…This can’t be.’

After climaxing twice in a row, Dori weakly closed his eyes.

From recovering memories of his past life, he had learned about the red fox beastman marked for life companionship and union.

“Are you asleep?”

Haban’s whispered words reached his drowsy ears. The sweetness dripping was honey-like, but his eyelids felt too heavy to meet his gaze.

“I wish I could hear it once more.”

There was regret in the voice.

‘…Just sleep a little and then wake.’

And then, tell me what you’ve been hiding—

Haban, the fox, is the lifelong companion…

<Surviving as the Fox Beastman in a Bleeding Novel> Bonus Chapter End.