It rained heavily during the night.
Waking around midday, Sohwa groaned—a low, pitiful sound dragged from deep in her chest. _This is probably what it feels like to be beaten with a baton._
Her buttocks ached fiercely. Dohvi's body had been so unyieldingly hard, and she'd sat astride him for what felt like **hours**, until her thighs felt bruised from hip to knee.
Worse still was the pain between her legs—especially the place where Dohvi had entered her.
_Oh, heavens... what should I do now?_
Sohwa had no idea that Dohvi had already checked on her while she slept, inspecting her carefully to ensure nothing had been damaged. She only waited impatiently for the tiger to leave her in peace.
"What should I feed you today, my dear fox?"
But the cruel tiger was worse than any beast—he showed no intention of leaving, as if he'd been glued to her side.
"Maybe I should fry some quail? Or bring you a ripe persimmon?"
Sohwa was so shocked—unable to determine whether the events of the previous night had been dream or reality—that she lay with her back firmly turned to him.
_Hmph. I don't want to look at him!_
She was too mortified to even remember how she'd **wet herself** while sitting on his stomach. He had deliberately brought her to that state, hadn't he? Now Sohwa couldn't even bear the sight of him.
At that precise moment, her stomach let out a loud, traitorous growl.
_Damn traitorous belly!_
She glared down at herself reproachfully.
A large, warm hand reached over and gently enveloped her stomach. Dohvi brought his lips close to her ear, his breath ghosting over her skin.
"My little pup is hungry."
His voice was low, enchanting, utterly penetrating. Sohwa shivered involuntarily, her ear tingling where his breath touched.
"...I'm a **fox**," she muttered resentfully.
Dohvi, entirely unbothered by her displeasure, simply smiled. He patted her round bottom with casual affection, kissed her tenderly on the cheek, and stood.
"I'll bring something to eat soon."
Sohwa didn't answer. The moment Dohvi left the room, she slumped against the floor and—overcome by a fresh wave of shame—stomped her feet in frustration.
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The late lunch was sumptuous.
White rice, beef rib soup, cabbage pancakes, fried croaker, and baked quail.
Sohwa adored quail, but she had an especial weakness for croaker—her absolute favorite. The sight of it, glistening and perfectly fried, made her mouth water instantly.
After a long night of exertion, the ravenous fox cleared the entire table.
The rice was just the way she liked it—dense and fluffy, with a subtle nutty sweetness that melted on her tongue. The beef rib soup boasted a rich, savory broth, and the ribs themselves were a joy to gnaw on, the meat falling tender from the bone. The cabbage pancakes were crisp on the outside and soft within, and Sohwa savored every bite as she dipped them in soy sauce. And the baked quail was even more delicate than chicken—utterly divine.
"When you eat with such pleasure," Dohvi said, watching her with open admiration, "you become even more beautiful."
Sohwa didn't like his comment one bit—but what could she do when everything tasted so **delicious?** This cruel tiger knew far too well how to tame her.
By the time she'd finished the meal and even devoured the persimmon he'd brought for dessert, her stomach felt ready to burst.
The food had been wonderful—but Sohwa couldn't stop fidgeting. Where she should have felt firmly sealed, she could still feel the phantom presence of his intrusion, and the sensation wouldn't fade.
_He clearly left something inside. That scoundrel definitely stuffed something in there._
Otherwise, how could one explain why the once-tight space still felt disturbingly **open?** As though something were lodged there, stretching her. Until now, her lower region had never felt so... **aware** of itself.
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After lying still for a while, Sohwa waited until Dohvi stepped out to clear the table. The moment he was gone, she bolted the door and retrieved a small hand mirror.
With nimble fingers, she lifted her skirt, slipped off her undergarments, and—squatting before the mirror—spread her legs cautiously.
"Ha."
_It's because of this wretched tiger that I have to do such embarrassing things._
Sohwa, who had never examined her private parts before, tilted her head this way and that, angling the mirror desperately. But between the folds of her skirt and the shadows cast by her body, she couldn't see anything clearly.
After struggling for several frustrating minutes, she changed positions. She placed the mirror on the floor behind her, got down on all fours, arched her back like a stretching cat, and stuck her bottom high in the air.
_There! I can see it now!_
But her tightly compressed entrance remained stubbornly hidden between the soft curves of her buttocks.
"Damn it..."
Finally, Sohwa reached back and spread her cheeks with both hands. It was broad daylight outside, but she was alone—what did it matter?
The fox was far more concerned about her swollen, aching core. The place that had been so thoroughly tormented all night looked distressingly abnormal even to her untrained eyes.
"Oh my..."
The flushed flesh was inflamed, the color deepened to an alarming shade. When she carefully parted her swollen folds, a small opening—like a singed fuse—appeared within. **That** was the place that had received Dohvi.
Her own body seemed astonishing to her. _How could such a tiny opening even exist?_
Sohwa, ignoring the ache building in her knees, pushed her hips out even farther and examined herself in the mirror with clinical focus.
But there was nothing lodged inside, and the passage looked so impossibly narrow and shallow that even a single finger would struggle to enter.
_How could his enormous length have possibly fit in there?_
So absorbed was she in this awkward inspection that Sohwa didn't even hear the door open behind her.
"Need help looking?"
**Panic.**
Sohwa yelped and tumbled forward head-over-heels when she heard the voice directly above her.
_She had wedged a spoon into the door latch! How had he even gotten in?_
Burning with mortification, Sohwa raised her eyes to meet Dohvi's gaze. From her position—sprawled at his feet—he looked as imposing as a mountain. Her lips trembled around an incoherent excuse.
"I... I just thought something might be stuck there... or broken... that's why..."
"I see."
Dohvi smiled, his mouth curving with unmistakable satisfaction. He dropped gracefully to one knee and stroked her head with maddening gentleness.
"My sweet little pup."
"...I'm a **fox**."
"My sweet little **fox**, then."
His tender voice made Sohwa squeeze her eyes shut. The shame was unbearable. She moved to yank up her undergarments, but his hand was faster.
"Let me take a look."
He had already wiped her body clean early that morning and examined her carefully to ensure nothing had torn—everything had been fine. But Dohvi preferred to feign ignorance.
"If something's truly damaged, it could be serious."
"Everything... everything's fine," Sohwa stammered. "It seems perfectly alright."
She tried to rise, but he caught her beneath the arms with his powerful hands and settled her across his lap.
"**Dohvi!**"
Sohwa squirmed in mortification. Her small bottom was completely exposed, and sitting across Dohvi's lap—this man so much **stronger** than her—she couldn't escape the overwhelming humiliation.
It was degrading to be positioned like a misbehaving child about to receive a spanking.
"Let me go! Release me this instant! You can't do this!"
Sohwa struggled desperately, but his strength far exceeded hers, and she couldn't break free from Dohvi's iron grip. He maneuvered the fox effortlessly into a position that allowed him to examine her backside with ease.
She already knew escape was impossible. After so many failed attempts, Sohwa—recognizing the futility of resistance—finally lowered her head and buried her burning face against his side, willing it all to end quickly.
A low chuckle rumbled above her.
"Good girl."
She clenched her eyes shut and took small comfort in the fact that at least Dohvi couldn't see her face, scarlet with shame.
"...Just look already. Everything's fine, right?"
"Who knows..."
A cool hand suddenly spread her cheeks apart. Sohwa jerked in surprise, and Dohvi's gaze lingered for a long, considering moment on the tight, bud-like opening just above.
_How can it be that even **here** she's so beautiful?_
In full daylight, when he could see her properly, she seemed even more exquisite. There was nothing unattractive about this fox—even her delicate feet and tiny toes were graceful.
But something caught his attention. Like nectar gathering on a flower petal, a thick bead of liquid slowly trickled from her entrance.
"Did you see everything? Is it alright?" Sohwa's quiet voice, muffled against his side, was edged with worry.
Dohvi, removing his hands from her soft, rice-cake-plump bottom, replied with studied indifference:
"I need to spread you wider. It's difficult to see properly."
"..."
"The sooner we check, the sooner we'll be finished. What if there's something still lodged inside?"
"You already **know** there isn't."
"Well, how should I know?" His tone turned teasing, edged with dark amusement. "Maybe the fox—burning with heat, unable to get enough of my cock all night—inserted a wooden phallus into herself afterward."
Sohwa bit down hard on her lip. She felt scorching shame flood through her—but at the same time, she couldn't object categorically. When desire had overwhelmed her, she'd lost all control over her body and become merely an **animal**, driven entirely by instinct.
Thankfully, it hadn't come to that this time—but last night... the daring tiger had handled her body with such devastating skill that she, lost utterly in lust, had sobbed aloud with pleasure.
Though Sohwa found it difficult to believe she would ever seek out and use something like a wooden phallus on herself, the persistent feeling of emptiness below was too obvious to ignore.
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