Plin Ch 2.11

A desolate silence flowed through the wide space. Plin was left alone with a pervert, a one-night stand, and now a patient, which was extremely awkward.

It must have been tied up for a reason, is it okay to untie it? I hope I don’t get bitten. Plin cowered, having terrible imaginations.

“Thank you for coming. Take off your coat and make yourself comfortable.”

Hugo sat up and leaned against the headboard. His black hair was still messy, and he was wearing a disheveled hospital gown, but his attitude was much more composed than just a few minutes ago. Even his listless eyes gradually regained their light.

“Ah, yes.”

Plin gathered the fluff he had been diligently picking off and put it in his pocket. He took off his coat, with only the left sleeve free of fluff, hung it on a chair, and carefully placed the gifted ear muffs next to it.

As he often looked up at the astonishingly huge horn, Hugo asked as if spitting it out.

“Does it look monstrous?”

It was a light tone, but at the momentarily dark look in his eyes, Plin shook his head vigorously.

“N-No?”

“Then why do you keep running away? Every time…”

He had run away before he saw the horn, so it wasn’t because it looked monstrous, and he honestly couldn’t say that he had avoided him because he seemed to have a dirty personality.

“…I-Is this heavy? It must be hard to carry around when you’re sick.”

Plin pointed at the horn with his finger and changed the subject.

“Do you want to touch it?”

Before he could even answer, he quickly approached Plin. Even with the horn, his agility seemed to have no issues. He tilted his head towards Plin. The shadow of the horn now covered both of them.

When it was within reach, Plin gently stroked one side of the horn. The surface of the auspicious horn was hard and smooth. It seemed like it would make a squeaking sound if he pressed a little harder. It also felt like a sturdy tree with a hollow inside.

As he carefully stroked it, Hugo cupped both of Plin’s cheeks in one hand.

“Your cheeks are red. Were you cold on your way here?”

“Not that co-o-old…”

Plin’s pronunciation was slurred because his cheeks were squished. Hugo looked at Plin’s puffed-up lips with eyes full of sympathy, as if it were a pity.

“Your lips are chapped too.”

“Executive director’s are chapped too…”

Plin didn’t know why he was suddenly being so friendly and affectionate, but he answered, concerned about his chapped lips.

“Shh.”

He effectively blocked Plin’s constant talking and traced his prominent lips with a hot finger. He had an urgent look, but his touch was cautious.

“I’m sick, so I can’t help it. But you… are you not eating properly?”

Plin just blinked, never having worried about the condition of his own lips. It was natural for skin to get damaged in the winter.

“Ah…”

Suddenly, he felt his upper body approaching, and then, smooch. With a short sound, their lips met and parted.

“What is this…”

“I’m just saying hello, darling.”

“Yes, uup—.”

He devoured his pink, shiny lips as if to swallow them. Plin’s mouth opened, and his tongue slid in.

“Haa…”

A tongue as hot as if it would burn him scratched and crossed the inside of his mouth. He frowned as if he was barely suppressing some kind of impulse, and he rummaged through his mouth.

In the narrow mouth, the viscous liquid made a splashing sound. Plin’s lower abdomen tingled, and he trembled from time to time.

“Uum…”

The inside of the fox’s mouth was sweet. It wasn’t a romantic, literary expression, but it actually had a refreshing soda scent. He probably took out one of the candies on the table in the mansion’s reception area, where the guestbook was.

Having thoroughly moistened his taste buds, Hugo sucked on Plin’s tongue as if to adhere to it, and then bit down on the tip. Every time he did that, sweet saliva would seep out.

Hugo tried to eat it all, rubbing his tongue widely. The fox would sometimes make a small sound like kiiing and tremble his shoulders.

Without realizing it, Hugo wanted to hear that sound more, so he pressed his body close without any gaps and scratched Plin’s roof of the mouth, or he would tease him by wrapping his long tongue around his small tongue that tried to escape.

The fox’s mouth was small. He had never thought his own tongue was thick or large, but Plin would sometimes gasp for air as if his breath was being blocked. Then Hugo would briefly part his lips and gently lick his saliva-shining lips with just the tip of his tongue.

What am I doing? With this sudden realization, Plin awkwardly pushed his shoulder. Even though he only pushed lightly, Hugo stepped back several steps. Are sick people usually this weak?

“…You have some temper.”

“I didn’t push that hard.”

The exhausted-looking man licked his lips, where Plin’s saliva was smeared. He seemed to be enjoying the lingering sensation, like a wild beast finishing its meal and cleaning the blood from its mouth.

He was out of breath. His tongue had filled his mouth, so it wasn’t a lack of breath, but… Suddenly kissing him, and the sight of the man staring at him as if he were going to devour him, made his chest tighten. It felt like he was being licked all over.

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He sucked every last drop of the fox’s traces, then staggered to the bed and picked up the cup the maid had left, drinking the water. His Adam’s apple bobbed in his long neck. As soon as he finished the water, he approached Plin and grabbed the back of his head.

“Little fox.”

“Yes… Executive Director.”

At the subtle touch stroking the nape of his neck, Plin wiggled his toes.

“Your nose is sweating.”

“Ah…”

Plin rubbed his nose with the back of his hand. As he said, it was damp.

“I missed you so much.”

“M-Me?”

“Hmm, it’s not enough. I did suck it in a hurry, but would you spit in my mouth?”

It was a dreamy and damp voice. Plin instinctively took a step back. Even if he was sick, a pervert was a pervert. Maybe his symptoms were getting worse because he was sick.

He rubbed his temples. Because of that, his eyes, which were already fierce, became even sharper. His gaze tenaciously followed the subject’s every move.

“You’re not going to act cute like last time? You know, tilting your head.”

“…..”

When he stared at him with a look of incomprehension, he tilted his head to the left in a swift motion, imitating Plin from before. His huge horn curved. It was too large a gesture to imitate a ’tilt of the head’.

“It was really … arousing back then.”

“Pardon? I didn’t hear you.”

If you didn’t hear me, so be it. Hugo said, supporting himself on the nightstand.

“Hey, did you hear what we were talking about… outside the door earlier?”

His breath was mixed in, and his cloudy voice was probing. It was a question that came to him after putting out the urgent fire. Thibeau was always calm and careful in his handling of things, but he had been too defenseless earlier.

“What do you mean?”

“Thibeau, the man with the scar on his face, was talking loudly with the doctor.”

“I think I heard you talking about something, but I couldn’t hear.”

Hugo nodded, but he still observed the fox’s demeanor.

“Then why did you try to run away?”

At the sudden suspicion, the fox answered innocently.

“The atmosphere seemed serious… I felt like I shouldn’t be there. Were you having a conversation that I shouldn’t hear?”

“Yes.”

“But I really didn’t hear anything!”

Plin lowered both his ears and looked around cautiously. Hugo frowned as he looked at the white ears hiding in his hair.

“…You seem to have good luck, but also bad luck.”

“Please spare me.”

“You’re quick-witted. Have you watched a lot of movies? How ordinary commoners are eliminated when they learn the secrets of a chaebol family.”

“I really didn’t hear anything! Really!”

The fox jumped up and down, as if to prove his innocence. His ears flapped up and down.

“Poor thing. My family applies the presumption of guilt.”

Hugo said coldly and chuckled. The expression of a meaningful smile in the face of a cornered opponent and the dimple deeply etched only on the right side made him look like a boy with Peter Pan syndrome.

“Come here.”

When he wiggled his fingers, the fox dragged his feet and came closer. “It’s no use… he told me to come so I came…” he mumbled.

He stared at the small fox with his head lowered. What is your true identity? Where did something like this come from?

After the kiss, the burning sensation that had been harassing his stomach had instantly subsided as if it had been doused with ice. Even the headache, which felt like the sharp end of a pick, was fading. It was truly unbelievable that it was this effective, even though he hadn’t swallowed much of the fox’s bodily fluid.