Plin Ch 1.9

Don’t worry too much. The reality of darkness wasn’t so great. At worst, it was a life of not being able to eat sausages and only eating cabbage soup. That was the extent of the pain. The reason why poverty was limited to that extent of pain was that he had no family to be responsible for other than his own body. If Andrea were there, and he couldn’t buy Andrea delicious meat, that would be another kind of pain. Was it fortunate that he was lonely?

Plin desperately tried to comfort his own misfortune.

“Haa… unngh.”

When he inhaled deeply, the thin blanket covering his head clung tightly to his nose. Plin twisted his head. The blanket clung to his cheek and slid down, but now there was room to breathe. He bent one knee and created a space under the blanket, causing the blanket covering his legs to lift.

He hurriedly stroked the swollen shaft and gently tapped the round balls, as if patting them softly.

“Heuut!”

Then, he suddenly brought his legs together at an unexpected pain. It seemed that the area had been overworked all day, and even a slight touch caused severe pain.

When he touched the shaft again, fluid oozed out, making it slippery as if it had been oiled. Plin circled the glans only with his fingertips.

“Nngh…”

His long tail swished and struck the inside of the blanket. The blanket covering him moved up and down. At that moment, a certain impulse came to Plin, and he tucked his tail between his legs and held it straight. His tail wrapped around his per*neum.

“Ah, nngh…”

His cr*tch, which held his tail, felt ticklish, and he felt a cozy fullness. He turned to his side and pressed his thighs together, and his plump tail firmly pressed on his scr*tum. Plin dug his nails into the sheets and groaned. His curled-up back spasmed slightly. His legs tightened, and every time he put pressure on his tailbone, a balloon seemed to swell within his chest.

“Haa, nngh, haaa…”

His back, where the shape of each vertebra was visible, began to turn red. From the shaft to the testicles, he felt the stiff and thick tail wrap around and press on him, and then he pressed down on the middle of his tail with both knees to fix it in place. Holding the fluffy tip of his tail in his hand, he shook his tail rapidly.

Flop flop-

“Euut, nngh, kiiing…”

The tail struck his per*neum and testicles, vibrating wildly. The soft white fur tickled his lower body, and the sound of it brushing against him could be heard. His highly sensitive c*ck dangled and trembled slightly. It felt like a giant brush was sweeping his lower body.

“Ha, ah, aaaht. Ah…!”

He pressed down on his c*ck and brought it to his moving tail, and it was instantly wrapped in soft fur. Every single sensitive nerve was touched.

“Haaat, haaa, hngh.”

He was out of breath. Even though there should be enough oxygen in the blanket, his chest heaved up and down. It was a dangerous pleasure, as if a thin thread was strangling his throat. He had never mast*rbated before because he was scared, but with this kind of sensation, a fox’s mast*rbation was truly something to be feared.

A lump of moist heat settled in his throat. Plin bit the tip of his tail with his teeth.

“Hnngh… It, hurts.”

Even with the pain, the sensation didn’t subside, but rather intensified. Perhaps it was because the inside of his mouth, which was biting the tip of his tail, was hot.

“Ah, ah, ah...”

Drip, drip, a thin fluid spurted out. After his tail fur got wet, the sensation of the vibration changed.

Instead of a flopping sound, there was a splashing sound, and when he vibrated it rapidly, there was a slight pain as if he were being playfully hit with a reed switch. His testicles ached and turned as red as midsummer fruits, but he couldn’t stop. His body, consumed by pleasure, didn’t feel like his own.

“Ha, hnngh… euut…”

His tail continued to vibrate rapidly until his entire cr*tch was red. The feel of the hard tailbone, hidden under the fluffy fur, was revealed. It was a long, hard, and thick tailbone.

The blanket covering him was hot. Sweat beaded on his back and the nape of his neck. As he soaked the blanket with bodily fluids and sweat, he suddenly thought of the strange man he had met today. His ‘that outline’. The long, heavy thing that stood out under his pants, casting a shadow… Why did he think of that now?

“Nnnh, hmm.”

It was just that he naturally thought of it while playing with his own tail, which was just a stick. It was all because he handled that dried snake p*nis incorrectly…

What if that handsome man with the chilling, slitted eyes stood behind him and touched him…?

He would grope his wet lower body. His hands would feel hot. He would press down on him, and his fingers would trace down his curled spine. And then he would torment the space between his legs with his huge c*ck. Plin pressed his tail against his testicles as if crushing them. He had no experience with s*x, so his imagination was poor.

“Eut! Ha, hn, ngh.”

He bit his lip so hard that it split. A coppery, metallic taste spread in his mouth. Even after seeing blood, he couldn’t let go of his bitten lip. He stiffened his whole body like a stone at the continuous pleasure.

Dribble. He released a clearer fluid than before and trembled. The strength gradually drained out of him. A faint afterglow lingered in the middle of the bed and wouldn’t leave.

Plin fell asleep, hugging his wet tail like a treasure.

Thunder and lightning struck on a sunny afternoon. He flinched slightly at the sound of the sky splitting, but Plin buried his cheek in the pillow and fell into a deep sleep. It was a sweet sleep after a long time.

***

After sleeping soundly for two hours, the early winter twilight covered Plin’s body like a net.

Waking up to the shadow encroaching on his eyes, Plin blinked a few times. He habitually reached out and grabbed his cell phone. Since he had missed the evening delivery, there must be a lot of complaints from customers. The trust he had tried so hard to maintain with his customers… he had failed to keep it.

He opened the message box with one eye, afraid of seeing some terrifying curses. It was the feeling of a celebrity reading hate comments. Of course, he was neither a celebrity nor anything else…

“Huh?”

Surprisingly, there were no messages. Even the picky customers who would make a fuss if the delivery was a little late didn’t send any messages despite the non-delivery… Could it be that the company had already taken measures regarding the Love Juice? His heart suddenly froze like ice and fell to his stomach. His hands trembled, and cold sweat ran down his neck.

Things were going so well this time.

Tears welled up from the inevitable disappointment, but he pressed his eyes to stop them from falling. Instead, his fingertips got wet, and his throat felt hot.

Originally, business was unpredictable, but whenever things went well, even just a little, he would be overjoyed, thinking that he would be very successful in the future. That was yesterday.

He knew something was off when his luck was so good…

It’s not like it was illegal to sell natural Viagra at a company; it’s good for the body. Resentment towards the man he saw in the morning surged.

Plin often cited ‘giving up quickly’ as his strength, but this time, for some reason, he felt the urge to bite someone.

In his surging resentment, he frowned and suddenly pressed the keyboard of his cell phone and searched for ‘Hugo’ and ‘The Scope’. The latest news headlines caught his eye first.

「The Scope’s Delinquent Second Son, Hugo K. von Ydrohan, Appointed Executive Director of the Head Office – Is This Family Management Okay?」

「Where is The Scope’s Future Headed? – Stock Prices Rise Slightly on the Appointment of a 23-Year-Old Greenhorn as Executive Director: Effect of Mentioning Responsible Management at the Inauguration Ceremony?」

“The future of The Scope is in question, you delinquent brat.”

Plin spat out curses, stealing words from the headlines. Judging from the lukewarm titles about his inauguration, he must have lived a life with many enemies. He seemed like a rare snake species, handsome, rich, and with a cool species, so why did he live like that?

「Tested for Sociopathy at Age 11? The Unique History of Hugo K. von Ydrohan」

「The Turbulent Succession of The Scope – The Ydrohan Family Concentrates Media Shares on the Second Son. Was There a Fight Between Brothers?」

「Who is Hugo K. von Ydrohan? – Graduated with Honors from Habood University. Shows Great Interest in the Combination of Artificial Intelligence and White Goods…」

「(Correction Notice) Correction Notice Regarding the Article ‘Tested for Sociopathy at Age 11?’」 – This article is subject to a correction order from the Press Arbitration Commission…

Sociopath, huh. Just by looking at his face, he looked like he would swindle poor commoners. Plin nodded and recalled their first meeting. Even when they first met, his fox instinct told him that he was not an ordinary person. These kinds of sociopaths are actually a big problem when they become leaders of society, and it was this society’s misfortune that that snake was the successor of The Scope. A golden spoon born with a silver spoon in his mouth, a species you shouldn’t get involved with!