Plin Ch 1.11

“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?”

Plin pressed his stomach to keep his voice from trembling, but he couldn’t help his lips from quivering with humiliation. He felt like he was saying something too obvious, but he finished what he had to say until the end.

Plin’s indignant gaze and Hugo’s languid gaze collided. He lowered his eyebrows so that the corners of his eyes drooped and made a face that said, “Isn’t it obvious?” When his handsome face showed his blatant psychological state, his beauty became even more pronounced.

“It’s common sense that there’s no one who doesn’t like me.”

“Why is that common sense?”

His transparent emerald eyes stared intently.

“…Ah, I just had a thought.”

As if he had realized something, the man, who had been smirking, erased his expression and glared. He straightened up from his leaning position and asked,

“Do you have a sugar daddy? Did you do it with Ethan first?”

“What, who…”

“Turn around.”

“What? Ah!”

Without waiting for Plin’s answer or action, he turned him around himself and roughly spread his bare b*tt cheeks apart.

“Why is your b*tthole so red? You must have been in heat seeing how you sucked your own d*ck?”

“…Nngh. It’s not like that!”

He didn’t particularly enjoy the feeling of being voluntarily played with, but when he thought that Ethan had slept with the white fox first, it felt like the cerebrospinal fluid in his brain was boiling.

He examined the fox’s body roughly and suddenly grabbed his thighs and spread them apart. There were reddish-purple marks on his soft skin.

“Fuck, what is this? Did that bastard hit you? Did he hit your inner thighs?”

Because it was a normally untouched and hidden area, even the repeated rubbing of the wet tail during his earlier self-pleasuring had caused congestion.

He didn’t expect to show those marks to anyone. Plin’s cheeks, ears, and neck were stained red with the sudden downpour of embarrassment.

“It hurts, let go! What’s it to you!”

“Then. Is this your taste?”

At the words he muttered with contempt, Plin answered as coldly as he could.

“Mind your own business. …Ah!”

He stumbled greatly while shaking off his hand and ended up sitting down, right on his thigh.

“Oh dear…”

In contrast to the sympathetic exclamation, Hugo lifted his thigh high.

“Heuk…”

His hot cr*tch was pressed and squeezed. Plin was pinned down like a skewer. He was not even wearing underwear. He stood on his tiptoes and pressed down on Hugo’s leg with both hands with all his might, but the rock-like thing didn’t budge.

The white towel that had been covering the front of the fox fell to the floor. He reached out for the towel belatedly, but it was already too late.

Hugo, as if he had seized an opportunity, threw off his jacket. As he swayed his thighs and crushed the space between his legs, Plin grabbed his solid kneecaps again with both hands.

“Hngh, stop moving, ahng…”

Hugo muttered in a suppressed voice, as if he were enduring something intensely.

“Ha… your balls are so plump.”

“Shi– t-take your hand away…”

“What hand.”

He was being cheeky while moving his body so wantonly. He could definitely feel a lump as big as a fist where his cr*tch touched. If that wasn’t a hand…

Plin leaned forward and looked down, but then he was grabbed by the shoulders. He couldn’t have three hands, but the fist-sized thing pressing on his testicles from below was still there. No, maybe it had gotten a little bigger?

“Why are you hard when I haven’t even touched your ears?”

Hugo pulled Plin into his arms and lightly bit his er*ct ear. Because of that, he couldn’t think any more about what the bulging thing rubbing below was.

“Aht! Ha…”

“My pretty fox.”

His pronunciation was slurred because he was nibbling on his ear with the tips of his teeth as he spoke. Hot breath filled the downy hair inside his ear.

“…Yes, hnngh… it tickles…”

“I feel like my c*ck is about to burst…”

Hugo said in a whiny tone. In his mind, the ‘marshmallow story’ that his mother used to emphasize was gradually fading away.

‘s*xual intercourse must always be based on mutual consent. I don’t need to emphasize this, do I?’

‘What if I want to eat it right now?’

‘It may be satisfying in the short term, but as the lesson of the marshmallow story shows, in the medium to long term…’

‘I might be dead in the future.’

‘If you play with that big c*ck of yours carelessly, you’ll be kicked out without even a pair of pants, so be careful how you behave.’

Kicked out without a single share. The Ydrohan family’s discipline, tailored to Hugo’s way of thinking, was effective. Even with a delicious, pure white marshmallow right in front of him, he couldn’t just devour it.

However, the fox’s attitude of acting cute, being fun, and being pretty while being difficult had now almost exhausted his rationality.

No matter how much it was his dream ideal type, a white fox he had searched for all his life, he was just a poor fox who had received Ethan’s nomination. Moreover, he was using a sly trick to make him aroused by feeding him something called Love Love Drink. Was he asking him to beg?

“My little fox, let’s strip each other bare.”

“…What?”

“I’ll strip your body bare, and you use me. Use me to the bone.”

“…I’m not that kind of person… hngh!”

Maybe the phrase ‘use to the bone’ was too metaphorical. He should have mentioned the property to make it easier to understand the scale, exactly. Anyway, he was utterly cunning. To think he was making a tearful voice, as though he felt humiliated to have received such an offer.

He kept up his act of playing the innocent peddler, but there was nothing wrong with seeing it as role-playing.

“Then shall we just sleep together? Like beasts in heat…”

“…Hngh.”

“We’re in heat, aren’t we?”

It was an impatient proposition. Hugo gently stroked the flat stomach he was holding. His hand brushed against the fox’s cute, er*ct pink c*ck. From who-knows-when he started, Plin’s fluid had flowed down his shaft and soaked his per*neum. Hugo’s suit pants had a wet mark in the shape of the fox’s balls.

“You’re all wet.”

“Haaa…”

Hugo stroked Plin’s cold thigh. His hand was hot. The temperature difference was so great that goosebumps rose on the skin along the path he stroked. Physical contact with a real person was very different from imagination. The body temperature, texture, and weight were terrifyingly vivid.

“Is being forceful your preference?”

Hugo’s hand slid subtly over the red rake marks on his inner thigh. The fox turned his head as if he didn’t want to see.

“Being… forceful is not my preference…”

“…Ah.”

The moment the fox revealed his preference, an unknown anger surged within Hugo. He usually got angry at any time, so he thought it might be his mental illness, anger disorder, but this time, the target of his anger was clear. Ethan, that son of a bitch…

“……”

“Then you like it gentle?”

At the voice with a fiercely sharp edge, the fox nodded, yes. Plin trembled, his neck and shoulders turning completely red.

Plin was fighting a war in his mind. It was ridiculous to have a one-night stand with the man who would ruin his ‘Fox Love Juice’ business.

No, it was uncomfortable to have a one-night stand with anyone, no matter who it was.

His dream was to have his first time with someone he loved…

But Plin himself felt like his c*ck was about to explode. He had been like this since morning. Even after relieving himself alone, the embers of his desire didn’t die down, but rather flared up. Like a rubber band that had been stretched taut many times and had become loose, his sanity was also in tatters.

Maybe once would be okay. If he managed the ingredients well in the future, there would be no such accidents, and the executive director probably came to see him on a whim, so they wouldn’t see each other again. He could forget about it as if it never happened.

Hugo picked up Plin by the waist. His body easily floated in the air due to his strong grip. With both feet off the ground, a feeling of anxiety, like being caught in a net, washed over him.

Plin’s pointed ears drooped and hid in his hair. His tail, which couldn’t hide his emotions, drooped down below his b*ttocks and swung slowly like a pendulum. What should he do now… Should he stop now?

“It tickles, so stay still.”

Hugo snapped and carried the stiff body, like a stuffed doll, towards the bed.

“My tail doesn’t do what I, nngh…”

Creak. The old bed made a loud noise from the loose springs.

Even though it was his own bed, it felt awkward to be seated on it. The impression of the space changed when a different person was involved. Plin slowly pushed his heels towards the headboard. His bare back touched the wall where the draft was coming in, and it was cold.