Plin Ch 1.3

After climbing the stairs to the 7th floor, Plin leaned against the cold wall of the stairwell, catching his breath.

“Huu…”

The elastic underwear pressing on his lower body effectively hid the bulge but was also chafing his tender skin. It was so tight and had rubbed so much that he could barely move a step now. Plin thoroughly looked around, then unfastened his suspenders and put his hand inside his pants.

“Aah…”

As he hooked his finger on the band and loosened the constriction, a tingling sensation spread, and a held breath escaped him. He could finally feel the blood flowing again.

7:47 AM. He had about 3 minutes to spare. Plin gently stroked his red, swollen member. He wasn’t mast*rbating, he was just touching it to make sure it was alright, but a clear fluid oozed out.

“Oooh.”

Plin moaned without realizing it, then suddenly came to his senses and stiffened his back. It was when he thought he could walk now and should tighten the underwear again.

Whoosh.

A short sound of wind, like when one quickly closes a coat, was heard. Plin’s eyes snapped open. What was that sound just now? Did someone see? The blood vessels on his temples stood out, and his insides felt like they were sinking. Plin widened his eyes and cautiously looked around.

No one was there. Did he hear wrong? Where did that sound come from? The interior walls, painted gray, had no windows. Only a cheap incandescent light bulb was shining.

There was no way company employees would come to such a dark and secluded place. It was either he heard wrong or it was the sound of the wind. Wind sounds can come from walls… right? He didn’t do well in school, so he didn’t know much about the laws of physics.

Plin calmed his startled heart and looked at his fingers. The tips were red. And at the end, a transparent liquid glistened. Embarrassed, he stared at his fingertips for a moment, then quickly put them in his mouth and licked them clean.

It tasted slightly sweet.

Whoosh-.

Some sound from above.

If it happened twice, it wasn’t a mistake. He slowly raised his head and looked up. All the muscles in his body creaked as if he was forcing himself to do something he didn’t want to do.

The upper floor, where the incandescent light was not turned on, was as dark as a black hole. His overheated head felt like it was steaming. He felt nauseous, and his vision was dizzy.

Was someone really there, did someone see?

“Is anyone there…”

He couldn’t see anything, so he lifted his nose to the air and sniffed, trying to catch a scent.

Rumble, boom!

The vibration of thunder and lightning was transmitted through the building walls. As he covered his ears from the loud noise that could shake the earth, a small spark ignited on the filament of the incandescent light bulb, and then it went out. Blackout.

Crack-.

“Haa…”

Plin stood there, dazed as if he was possessed. Then, he stumbled and barely supported himself by grabbing the iron railing.

There was definitely something up there just now. In that brief moment, less than a second, when the upper floor, hidden in darkness, revealed its form in the flashing lightning, he had met the golden eyes with vertical pupils.

As soon as he came to his senses, he instinctively ran away. The green emergency exit sign glowed like a beacon of hope. He pushed open the iron door leading into the building, and a bright light welcomed him.

As if he had teleported to another world, the same people were always in the same places, calmly preparing for work. The sounds of coffee brewing and the photocopier running were comforting.

Plin was breathing heavily. His chest rose and fell rapidly.

“…Hey, are you okay?”

Plin didn’t answer the customer’s question and just stood there for a moment.

Branson, seeing the usually lively fox looking unwell, became concerned. His eyes, the tips of his ears, and his nostrils were all red, and he seemed to be suppressing some kind of emotion.

“Did something happen?”

“I’m fine… I was just, hng, a little sick. Excuse… me.”

Plin, who came to his senses late, answered in a small voice. His attitude seemed to draw a line.

“Take care of your health.”

Branson mumbled words of comfort and turned back to his seat. He usually despised foxes, but seeing the fox’s eyes red and sniffling made him feel strange. He kind of wanted to help.

No. What was I just thinking… I can’t be fooled by a fox. There’s a reason why they’re called foxes. Thousands, tens of thousands of people in this country alone have been ruined by them.

Branson glanced at the back of the fox delivering the drink. He seemed to be walking lightly, but he was slow… and he was also trembling slightly, as if something was uncomfortable.

Plin still spoke to the next customer, Elaina, with a gentle attitude.

“I have a body ache… I’m a little sick, but I’m okay.”

“Really? Your tail is all puffed up, I thought something was wrong.”

Elaina even stroked the platinum blonde hair of the little fox. It was unclear where her usual fierce personality had gone. Like a sly beast, he lowered his ears and quietly received the stroking. Branson suddenly shouted.

“Damn it… Hey, fox!”

“Y-Yes?”

“I don’t care if you’re sick, just deliver and get lost. One peddler is ruining the atmosphere of the whole office!”

“Yes…”

Elaina retorted, “How dare you raise your voice in the office.” But Plin quickly went to Hyeongyeong’s desk. Hyeongyeong, a workaholic, was already on a business call in the morning, engrossed in his work.

“I should have visited and greeted the Chief Secretary before Executive Director Ydrohan took office, I apologize. The requested materials can be presented in person at any time. Please let me know what time is convenient for you.”

It seemed a new executive director was taking office. Ydrohan was a name he had heard before. Was he a nobleman? Plin, having obtained information that was not very helpful to him, placed the drink and two candies for Hyeongyeong on the desk and left the 7th-floor office.

On the way to the other offices, he stopped by the restroom for a moment.

Throughout the delivery on the 7th floor, Plin was so consumed with worry and fear that he couldn’t even feel the pain in his lower body. His heart was pounding so hard that his ribs felt tight.

His actions in the stairwell… If word got out that he put his hand in his pants, licked his fingers, and made strange noises, he would be kicked out of here. Someone definitely saw it all and even laughed at him.

Who was the owner of those yellow eyes… He wished it was a ghost instead.

Plin was about to unfasten his suspenders inside the restroom stall when he paused. The right suspender was undone. He had delivered to the 7th floor without even fastening the suspender he had unfastened earlier.

If he had known that the dried snake’s p*nis was such a dangerous substance, he would have been extremely careful. He was too careless because he was excited about the newspaper ad being published today.

“Ugh.”

He covered his mouth to muffle the loud sound that was about to escape. His member was even more swollen than before, and it hurt more. Plin couldn’t even touch his own member. It was almost purple-red now and looked like it would burst if touched.

The thought of just going home popped into his head, but Plin sternly disciplined himself.

This is all a punishment for not managing the ingredients properly…

“This is a punishment… I have to endure it.”

Just a little more. Endure the pain, keep your promise to your customers, and become a trustworthy salesman.

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