Plin Ch 1.2

Plin stayed up all night preparing the ordered drinks and candies. Today’s batch was for tomorrow’s delivery. In the middle of his small house, which also served as his drink factory, stood a wooden plywood table. On the workbench, various herbs used in the Fox Love Juice were placed in separate ceramic bowls.

The herbs were bought in bulk and were very cheap. He was boiling a large pot of them after washing them clean and throwing them in without holding back. The space was filled with hot steam and the smell of wild herbs. Finally, Plin took out the ingredient that was preciously wrapped in cloth. It was dark on the surface and as thick as a child’s forearm. It looked like a piece of wood or a dried fish.

It was a dried snake’s p*nis.

‘A piece this size must be from a snake that’s at least twenty-five years old. It’s worth a fortune, where did you get this precious thing?’

That’s what the pharmacist had said. Of course, it wasn’t from a house snake, he meant an animal snake.

It was the main ingredient of Fox Love Juice. The rest were all cheap ingredients, but this one, used in very small amounts, maximized all the effects. Plin thought that pharmaceutical companies didn’t use this raw material because they didn’t know its efficacy yet. So he took care to maintain the confidentiality of the recipe.

Plin peeled off the surface only twice with a potato peeler and carefully collected even the powder that fell on the table. He bent down and closely examined the rough grain of the plywood table to see if any powder was stuck. He treated it like a lump of gold.

He chopped the peeled part with the back of a knife, then ground it finely in a blender, poured it into the pot that had just been taken off the heat, and covered it with a lid.

“It’s a bit of a waste to use it like this…”

Plin smacked his lips, regretting even though he didn’t even know the true value of the raw material.

Putting the finished drink aside, he brought the morning newspaper and started reading it. The edges of the newspaper were wrinkled from the morning dew.

Tap, tap, tap –

Plin paid no attention to the headlines and flipped through the newspaper. He licked his fingers several times to turn the pages, and only when he reached page B17 did his eyes fix on one spot.

In a corner of the vast space for advertisements, a few words were printed in a tiny 5pt size.

LOOKING FOR A HOUSE SNAKE THAT RAN AWAY WHEN YOUNG Name, Age, Gender: Andrea, 23, Male Person searching: Plin Fallfox Contact: 012-XXX-XXXX

Every time Plin had some money, he placed this ad in the newspaper. It had been seven years already, but he still hadn’t heard any news about his brother.

Sometimes he got calls from old drunks, but that was it.

“Andrea…”

My sweet, kind brother. The family with whom he shared warmth, embracing each other. If Andrea were here now, he could buy him so much more of the sausage he loved…

Even though he suddenly ran away, Plin didn’t resent Andrea at all. How much did he hate this house to leave without saying goodbye… He only felt sorry.

The dried snake’s p*nis was the only thing Andrea left behind when he ran away. He must have met someone of the same species. Kind Andrea left that precious thing for him even as he ran away. Was the person he followed kind… Is Andrea alive?

Many people said that Andrea probably died in an accident, but Plin didn’t believe it. It was his fox instinct.

Plin wiped away the tears that had welled up.

“Ah…!“

His eyes stung terribly. Startled, he rubbed his eyes even harder, and they stung even more. As the sharp pain spread, Plin looked down at his hands.

“Oh no…”

When making the drink, it was obvious that he should wash his hands thoroughly at each step of the process. For hygiene, and also…

“Oooh…”

Plin curled up, his cheeks flushing red.

Because the raw material itself was a potent aphrodisiac. Only a small amount of dried snake penis powder was added to the Fox Love Juice, so it was adjusted to be moderately stimulating, but if absorbed raw, it could make a person lose their mind.

Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding-.

Just then, the church bell rang seven times, signaling 7 o’clock. When this church bell rang, Plin had to leave the house immediately and start his morning delivery. Plin was breathing heavily and first washed his hands.

“Ah, ha, haaa…”

Even though he only touched ice-cold water, his body, for some reason, was aroused. Plin twisted his legs and squeezed dish soap onto his hands, roughly washing them. After washing his hands enough to fill the entire sink with thick foam, he washed his eyes with water. The amount absorbed through his eyes must have been small, but the reaction was too intense.

Come to think of it… he also licked his fingers when turning the newspaper pages! It went into his mouth too, so this was an accident.

Stunned, Plin looked down at himself. His crotch was already bulging noticeably.

His eyes, ears, and cheeks reflected in the mirror were unusually red. Not only that, but his tail was also wagging uncontrollably, quivering, wagging, quivering. He looked like a fox in heat to anyone who saw him.

If he hid his tail and ears to fully humanize and concealed his erection, could he hide his state of arousal? Most people live in a state of ‘partial beast-personification’, where animal ears, tails, or horns are visible on the human body.

However, elite beast-people, who are reluctant to have their inner feelings read through body language, conduct external activities in a ‘fully humanized’ state. Although it requires considerable mental effort, they can make difficult decisions, hold business meetings, exercise, or even have s*x in that state.

Plin could only maintain the fully humanized state for a maximum of 10 minutes. He hadn’t practiced because he didn’t need to hide his inner feelings like the elites.

Plin tried to hide his fox ears and tail for a moment, knowing it was a futile attempt.

“I’ll try to endure it mentally… Yeow!“

But soon he let out a “Yeow!” as his ears and tail popped out. In his current state of extreme arousal, it was difficult to maintain it for even a few seconds.

“I have to, go, deliver… Business is, about, trust, unngh…”

He said it out loud because he was afraid his resolve would weaken. If he lost trust, his business couldn’t thrive. Plin bit his nails and thought. It takes several hours to relieve a fox’s sexual desire, so there was no option to quickly relieve himself before starting the delivery.

First, he had to hide the obvious bulge in his crotch. Plin began digging through his dresser drawers.

Suspenders, elastic, two small pairs of underwear he wore as a child.

“Ugh, huff...”

As he knelt to search the drawer, two round balls touched his soles. The swollen things were so hot that he unconsciously wiggled his soles.

Plin took off all his clothes. He pulled down his wet underwear in one go. A fully swollen, pink shaft popped out.

“Nngh…”

Is this what it feels like when in heat? Plin had been taking heat-suppressant drugs regularly since he became an adult and had never experienced a heat cycle, but he was interested, like any other human. He knew the theory well and had heard many stories. However, the tingling sensation in his lower body was frightening. His inexperienced body was filled with anticipation and was endlessly aroused.

“Business, is, about, trust…”

Plin kept muttering to regain his senses. His toes curled, and his breathing became rapid, but he still firmly believed that he could endure it with mental strength as long as he didn’t touch it.

Plin put on the small underwear that only a child would wear. The waistband was tight on his hips, but the underwear firmly pressed his swollen member.

“It, hurts, hng, just a little… more.”

Now the bulge won’t be noticeable.

Plin wore loose, baggy pants and suspenders over a long-sleeved shirt. Suspenders were the best way to keep his pants from slipping down.

Finally, he looked in the mirror. After squashing his member, his face was even redder. The intermittently quivering fox tail looked strange.

If anyone asks, he will just say he has a body ache.

Having made his decision, Plin picked up the ringo wood basket.

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