Plin Ch 1.10

Plin got out of bed sluggishly. His shoulders, which were not covered by the blanket, were cold. He rubbed his shoulder blades and looked down.

The dried white s*men stains on his bare legs and the shape of his tail fur, which was wet, clumped, and hardened, were unfamiliar. His still-er*ct c*ck was also embarrassing. Plin rushed to the bathroom.

He lathered up his white tail fur with plenty of fluffy foam and looked in the mirror. His figure was blurred in the steamy mirror. Plin drew a line down the center of the foggy mirror with his finger. His forehead, nose, and lips were reflected in the clear line, one by one. His eyes were still in the fog.

“Cheer up, Plin Fallfox.”

When he spoke, the center of his lower lip, where the blood had dried, was cracked. He must have gotten too excited earlier. Is this a fox’s arousal…?

The rumor that it lasts for several hours was true. Even after releasing the heat by satisfying himself once, his libido didn’t subside. Rather, it felt like the embers were rekindled, making him feverish.

Plin ignored the arousal that clung to his body and vigorously scrubbed his tail fur and hair.

“Ugh… really.”

Even in his sadness, his body’s insistence on its desires was annoying. It felt like all the circumstances surrounding him wouldn’t allow him to feel sad.

He wished that all the upsetting things would be washed away down the drain along with the foam. While having such thoughts, with an unwanted er*ction, he was letting the foam flow away.

Dududududu–

Did he hear wrong? He thought he heard a sound similar to thunder. But it wasn’t an ordinary thunder sound. It was as if the sound had power, and there was a slight vibration from the crude tile floor of the bathroom, and it was continuous. Plin turned off the shower and perked up his ears.

It wasn’t a mistake. The ceiling even shook.

A fighter jet… sound?

***

Hugo K. von Ydrohan gracefully jumped down from the hovering helicopter onto the roof. It was right after he had attempted to land but failed because the roof of the fox’s house was too shabby.

Because he jumped directly onto the weak slate roof without stepping on the footrest, there was a loud thud. Since the house was already on the verge of collapsing, the structural integrity of the roof must have been seriously compromised. However, he lightly landed on the ground in succession, showing an attitude that he didn’t care whether the roof had a hole in it or not.

So this is that fox’s house. He hid an emerging smile. With a slightly overly gentle gesture, he placed the back of his hand on his lower back and knocked on the door with the knuckles of his raised hand. He felt like he was visiting a dollhouse.

There was no sign of anyone inside. Hugo just opened the door and went in. He thought he would be the type to lock the door securely, but the door opened easily, which was no fun. Well, the fox must have already known he was coming. Ethan must have heard that he had deployed a helicopter.

There wasn’t much furniture in the one-room fox house. There was only a plywood table with protruding wood splinters, a cupboard filled with all sorts of odds and ends, and a bed in the corner of the wall where drafts blew in.

The furnishings are overly simple. Is this also part of the character setting? When he saw how wretchedly poor he was, it just seemed pathetic and filthy, but this time, for some reason, he felt a bit sorry for him.

On the refrigerator, there was a <Delivery List> written in crooked handwriting, and a resolution or motto of some kind was attached under a round magnet.

I can do it! ICAN DOIT! – Plin Fallfox

Because of the state of the spacing, his sociopath ON button was almost pressed, and he almost ripped the paper to shreds, but Hugo barely managed to control his impulses. He was a guest, so he had to be polite.

As he looked around, the open bathroom caught his eye. The bathroom was only two steps away from the living room. The yellow bathroom light was on, the shower curtain was wet, and the hot steam was still there. But only the fox was missing.

Hide-and-seek, huh? He’s really making this fun.

He had golden, slitted eyes and looked around the space again. His excellent dynamic vision scanned the room once, and a small, oven-like space next to the sink caught his eye. A tuft of white tail fur was sticking out of the narrow space, not quite hidden.

Hugo stared at the white tail fur, like a snowflake, and playfully lengthened the end of his words.

“Where is our little fox~?”

Flap.

The fluffy tail, hearing the sound of someone looking for it, fluttered again. It was like saying, “I’m here.”

Thump thump, every time his shoes stepped on the floor, the old wooden floorboards made an old sound. He didn’t mean to scare him, but it was quite fun to observe the fox’s tail flinching at the sound of the floor creaking. The fox, hiding his body, seemed completely unaware that his tail was exposed, raising and lowering his tail fur.

It’s no fun if the foreplay is too long. Hugo walked around the small house a couple of times and soon squatted down in front of the oven and looked inside.

“Peek-a-boo!”

“Hiek…!”

The startled fox made a thudding sound inside and hit his wet head. Hugo put his hand into the hole and placed it on the floor before the fox could fall on his bottom.

Then, the fox’s soft and moist b*tt fell onto Hugo’s palm. The fox, unaware that he had fallen onto someone else’s hand, rubbed his b*tt on Hugo’s palm.

“Hello? Thank you.”

To play along with the fox rubbing his bare b*tt on his palm, Hugo grabbed his b*tt.

“For what, hng…!”

“For inviting me. Come out.”

He hadn’t invited him, but Plin came out of his hiding place, the fox den, without another word. The hand that had grabbed his b*tt had already been roughly shaken off.

The suddenly visiting man was wearing a black-toned suit and tie, like an office worker who had just gotten off work. It wasn’t the suit he had briefly seen during the day. He thought suits were all the same, but his clothes felt hard and sharp like armor.

The naked Plin was in a predicament. When he thought a misdirected fighter jet was about to crash into his precious home and hid in his fox den, he had only managed to grab a large towel to barely cover his wet body. However, this giant snake, who had suddenly barged in, was watching Plin’s every move and had no intention of looking away.

“Did you shower? You look clean. Your nose is shiny too…”

He playfully rubbed Plin’s wet nose. Instinctively avoiding touching his sensitive nose, Plin turned his head sharply and said matter-of-factly,

“Please move. I’m going to get dressed.”

“It was impressive.”

“…Yes?”

“I was moved by your effort, so I’ll go along with your plan.”

Hugo looked at the fox’s brightly shining platinum blonde roots, eyelashes, and bushy tail in turn and said as if he were chewing on the words.

It’s not dyed. It’s not a white dog disguised as a fox either. Dogs don’t have such bushy tails, and they don’t get hard with their ears. But… how can he be a real white fox? He had searched everywhere for one.

Ethan had already sent fake white foxes with poison several times. How did he manage to get a real white fox and present it this time? Even though he knew it was a trap, he was honestly tempted to see where it would go.

Meanwhile, Plin didn’t understand at all what the suddenly intruding man was saying.

He had lived a life of effort. No matter what kind of old-fashioned person came, they couldn’t tell him to try harder.

If his plan was to make a lot of money by selling drinks, he thought it was permission to sell drinks.

“R-Really?”

Hugo narrowed his eyes. He had deliberately spoken openly to see how he would react, and he reacted openly with joy. The faint expectation that appeared on his face was hard to see as acting. Was he innocent or just pure? Hugo said, as if suggesting they have lunch together,

“Wanna have s*x?”

“Pardon?”

“You don’t want to?”

“No.”

He burst out laughing at Plin’s firm answer. It was quite cute how he was pretending not to know anything, even though he had set the stage in advance and even taken an aphrodisiac to have s*x, and was now waiting with only a towel covering his body after taking a shower. He suddenly thought that this plan was quite novel.

He leaned against the wall diagonally and sneered.

“Don’t act innocent. Selling Viagra and acting like this, it’s a contradiction.”

It wasn’t easy for Plin to understand. But at least he could tell that he was being looked down upon s*xually for selling natural Viagra. His pride hurt, Plin bravely lifted his chin, looked Hugo straight in the eye, and answered.

“Contradiction or not, s*x is supposed to be something you both enjoy… I don’t like you, Executive Director, so why would I do it with you?”