Plin Ch 2.1

2. Phantom Pain

At five o’clock in the morning, Plin woke up at his usual time. His eyelids were stinging, perhaps because his eyes were swollen. As he stepped onto the wooden floor, he stumbled for a moment due to a dull pain.

His memory of the previous night was unclear. He remembered three times, and then nothing after that. Plin briefly reached back and touched his hole to see if it was okay. Fortunately, it seemed to be fine. He remembered fainting with his whole body soaked, but from his ears to his tail and the tips of his toes, he was all dry and fluffy.

It was a rather early start to the day, but it was the beginning of a habitual day. When he turned on the light, he saw the empty bed. His partner for the night was nowhere to be seen. Only a cozy blanket was on the bed. His favorite blanket was gone, nowhere to be found. It had been torn by his fangs and was quite wet; maybe the man had cleared it away.

He fiddled with the soft blanket, a material he had never possessed before. It was still dawn, when did he leave? The skilled, large snake who had been glaring at him with his narrow pupils the whole time, who made him feel like he would be devoured if he hesitated.

It was strange. He thought he would never see him again, so why did he feel a sense of longing for the empty spot next to him…?

It didn’t feel real. He was swept away by a man who was like a disaster, overwhelming him without giving him any time to react, leaving only his body, which remembered the incident, behind. Yesterday was truly an excessively long day.

His mind was complicated, but he acted as usual. As usual, he stood in front of the refrigerator and checked today’s delivery list, but suddenly he felt sad. The empty bed, and the uncertain future of his drink business. Would he not be able to go to The Scope again?

The executive director had seduced him, saying he could use him, but he hadn’t mentioned any specific conditions. Of course, he hadn’t slept with him expecting anything in return. It was clear that he had been overwhelmed by a strange desire yesterday…

On the contrary, if the price of sex was to supply The Scope with his fox drink, he would refuse. If he traded like that, he might lose his internal organs, no, even the last remaining pride of a fox. Plin knew very well how harsh the world he lived in was. It was because he had experienced a lot for his age.

“Oh, this is…”

Plin discovered handwriting added to the top of the delivery list and removed the magnet to examine it closely. Something was written in neat handwriting, different from his own crooked handwriting.

VIP: Hugo K. von Ydrohan / 10 morning juices, 10 evening juices (daily)

Plin’s eyes widened. Really? Is this a prank? Didn’t he say he didn’t like the fox drink?

Because the fox drink was a bit expensive, most office workers only ordered one bottle, either in the morning or in the evening. So, if this was true, it was like recruiting 20 new customers.

More importantly, by ordering the drink, the executive director had approved the ‘peddler’ Plin’s entry into the company.

But something was fishy. Could he really say that this wasn’t compensation for last night?

The executive director was a strange person. From their first meeting, he said things that didn’t make sense, then he barged into someone’s house in a helicopter, and suddenly suggested having sex as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

He tried to figure out the man’s intentions by going over his actions, but he soon forgot about it. After all, it was impossible to understand or predict the thinking of a strange person with the common sense of an ordinary person.

Anyway, he was very handsome. He had a great body… And s*x was dangerously good…

Having s*x with him was so intensely stimulating that it was scary, but with this level of pleasure, he could understand why people liked s*x so much.

He might suddenly take his sexuality hostage under the pretext of delivery, or he might tell him not to come to sell his drinks, so he needed to find new clients starting today. Fortunately, he had some time to find new clients since he had debts to pay at the beginning of the month.

“They say foxes have a thousand paths…”

Murmuring a fox proverb that meant ‘there’s always a way to survive,’ Plin opened his notebook. He wrote down his to-do list for the day, pressing hard with his pencil. And he also wrote down his motto.

1. Find new clients Contact the real estate agent uncle 2. Deliver yesterday evening’s undelivered orders (17) 3. Morning and evening deliveries (Total: 35 items, 27 items) / ICAN DOIT !

There were no misspelled words, but the spacing was a mess. It was because he hadn’t learned grammar properly and didn’t know the rules of compound words. Plin looked at the note he had written and wagged his bushy tail. For some reason, his ears were flushed red.

***

The way he leisurely put on his watch was relaxed. A deep sense of satisfaction was evident on Hugo’s face as he examined his appearance from various angles in the full-length mirror. Even though he had stayed up all night, his skin glowed on every curve of his face without any signs of fatigue. He hummed a small tune and picked up the sapphire-encrusted cufflinks.

“Congratulations.”

Suddenly, a black figure appeared, holding a tray with a cake as colorful as a flower. He wasn’t interested in cake in the morning, but Thibeau wasn’t the type to do something unexpected without a reason.

“What is it.”

“To commemorate your first experience, I prepared a cake—”

“Cut it out.”

His raised chin turned sharply. Thibeau slightly moved the tray aside and said,

“I’ll prepare it so you can light the candles when you’re alone.”

“You eat it.”

In modern society, active sexual activity is evidence of not only health but also the attractiveness of an individual. The fact that he had never had sex until now was Hugo’s hidden complex. However, he decided not to get too worked up about it.

Strictly speaking, the reason he hadn’t done it until now was because of the bad rumors about dragons, not because of his own attractiveness. Dragons are very rare animals, so there are only shitty rumors about them, such as the one that they have three c*cks. Hugo’s c*ck was so prominent that even when he was fully dressed, you could tell at a glance which direction it was stored. Most people found the idea of having three of them horrifying and therefore did not consent to sexual activity.

That was a false rumor. Dragons are not monsters, so they can’t have three c*cks. But they did have two. Moreover, when in perfect human form, that is, normally, he had one. However, it was also awkward to go around explaining, ‘It’s not three c*cks, it’s true that there are two, but I keep it in one state well.’

Yesterday was his first experience, so he was a little inexperienced, and another c*ck almost came out… He had s*x with great restraint, fearing that the fox would say he couldn’t do it halfway through.

Even putting his c*ck in only halfway required a tremendous amount of patience. Just playing with the head of his c*ck felt like a joke. That’s not to say it wasn’t enjoyable. On the contrary, it was very refreshingly enjoyable.

The sound of the fox’s nasal voice, bursting like fruit juice, the light weight of his two legs dangling on his arm, and the inner wall that chewed on his member stickily like firm lips. The round b*ttocks, which were full of strength, were also very cute. So he stayed up all night, reminiscing and masturbating next to the sleeping fox…

Hugo’s eyes narrowed as he enjoyed his own afterglow.

“By the way, are you not in pain?”

“…What.”

“Isn’t it about time? The karmic pain.”

Thibeau asked casually while checking Hugo’s schedule.

It was about the terrible pain that comes when one has committed a wrong.