Plin Ch 3.1

3. Bonding

It was an impulsive act, stemming from immature jealousy. But even for an impulsive act, he didn’t expect the fox to ignore him completely.

And even now, Thursday morning, the fox still hasn’t offered any explanation.

Every time the fox came to deliver drinks twice a day, he tried to bring up the topic while showing that he was in a bad mood, but the fox was always in a hurry as if he had urgent matters to attend to and quickly evaded him.

Tomorrow was the day of the festival. He couldn’t keep fighting vaguely over this topic anymore, so he decided to ask him directly when the fox came to deliver drinks today.

The drama project was progressing satisfactorily. Fortunately, the main writer was smart and understood his intentions well, and thanks to that, it seemed that content that Hugo’s generation could relate to and enjoy would be created.

Although Thibeau, who attended the meeting, had to immediately delete part of the minutes below and check afterward whether it had been recorded in real time or if there were any other recordings.

<20XX1127_ Emergency Meeting on the Production Direction of the Drama <Match Point>> Attendees: Hugo K. von Idrohann, Executive Director of The Scope [hereinafter referred to as H] John Albright, Writer [hereinafter referred to as J] Yuri Gale, President of OKEEF Production Agency [hereinafter referred to as Y] … ————————(From here) H: You think I’m acting like a kid. As a kid, let me give you my review. The last two episodes were more boring than watching the ant observation kit in my house. J: I apologize. H: These days, people’s attention span is 5 seconds. Sadly, goldfish have 6 seconds, I hear? So, to capture the attention of our customers, who are worse than goldfish, do we need to include fucking s*x scenes? Or not? J: It would be good to include them. H: Drama is not art. J: Yes. I’m grateful for the investment in this work. H: I should be the one to be grateful. Please make me grateful, writer. J: I will adjust the direction well. H: I’m not saying to make porn. Since you understand the difference between bold and cheap, I spoke a bit harshly. J: I will do well so you don’t have to worry. H: If it’s not done properly, your neck is on the line, so be careful. —————————–(Please delete all of this part. Chief Secretary, Thibeau Coutain)

Hugo read the new script and was satisfied. He was reaching his limit of patience in a situation where he couldn’t freely engage in skinship with Plin. The script was perfect for escaping from his unsatisfactory daily life.

As he reached a point of intense focus, his cheekbones flushing red, Hugo let out a wistful groan.

“Ah…”

He suddenly lowered his head and held it. Pain was slowly creeping into his skull. He knew all too well what was coming. It was the dreaded karmic pain.

But it wasn’t hopeless like before.

Knock knock knock–

It was a timely delivery, which was commendable.

Those white ears that awkwardly entered, hesitant. The white tail. The name, Plin, which was also chewy. A peddler, and a foolish fox who was being swayed by that Ethan. And an unfaithful contract lover who ignored his messages.

“Darling?”

“…Hello, Executive Director. I’ve brought the Fox Love Drink.”

“Come in. I’ve been waiting.”

Hugo, clutching his throbbing head, forced a bright smile. Plin glanced at Hugo and started taking out the drinks from his pouch one by one. He had been acting like this for the past few days, stealing glances.

Hugo stood up from his seat and approached Plin in large strides, then bent down unnaturally. He leaned his aching head on Plin’s shoulder and nuzzled it.

Just a moment ago, the man who had resolved to properly scold the fox when he arrived was nowhere to be seen. Only a man begging for a handful of affection remained.

“Ah, Executive Director, why are you suddenly…”

Plin, as always, was on guard, giving off a soapy scent.

“I’ve been trusting you too much lately, haven’t I?”

He had accumulated some karma. Interfering with Ethan’s business, threatening the writer that he would kill him if the script wasn’t written properly, it was about time for the karmic pain to come. Perhaps there were other reasons he hadn’t realized yet.

When he whispered in his ear, Plin, startled, raised his shoulder and asked.

“Yes? Did my father mention an arranged marriage again?”

“Arranged marriage…?”

Arranged marriage… That was the excuse. It was a good idea. He was more desperate for something other than a kiss. Fortunately, Plin seemed to accept the excuse of an arranged marriage in a prestigious family.

“Y-Yeah, sadly, my father can’t even accept that I like men.”

“Yes… Parents can be like that.”

Plin answered a bit gloomily.

Hugo lifted his head and stroked Plin’s nape. Even that small touch released a fragrance. The top note was the all-too-common soap scent. It seemed like a scent that could be found anywhere, but anyone with even a slight knowledge of fragrances would know that it wasn’t just a simple soap scent. As the middle note progressed, a musty scent like that of an old teddy bear mixed in, giving it a uniquely cozy impression, and, to put it crudely, it had a scent that stimulated a man’s carnal desires. Like a newborn animal with its first teeth, he felt an itch in his molars.

“What perfume do you use?”

“I don’t use any…”

“You must.”

Most perfumes were familiar to him, but this was a rare scent he was unfamiliar with. It was probably a high-end niche perfume that Ethan had bought for him. Given that the fox was trembling at the thought of buying 60 chicken skewers, he wouldn’t be able to buy an expensive perfume himself. The thought of it made him want to immediately strip away this scent.

“There’s a CCTV here. It doesn’t record sound.”

“I thought there might be.”

Plin answered as if he already knew that much, acting smart.

“Then do you also know who’s watching?”

“Isn’t it the security office or the bodyguards?”

“No. The chairman, my father, is watching. He doesn’t trust me.”

“Ah…”

Plin widened his eyes, realizing that it was how things were in chaebol families. There was also a hint of sympathy in his slightly upturned eyes.

“So, you see.”

“Yes.”

“I have to show him that I’m crazy about a man’s c*ck?”

“Crazy…”

Plin covered his mouth. Hugo lifted Plin and sat him on his chair.

“Yeah, crazy.”

“T-Then, why, how, if I may-“

Sensing something, Plin stammered severely.

“Can I suck your c*ck for a bit?”

He knelt on the floor in front of the reddened Plin without a care.

It was a sudden proposal. The series of actions, sitting Plin on the chair and assuming a position for ‘sucking’, was crude and hasty.

“E-Executive Director.”

“…Hmm?”

Hugo’s eyes, looking up slowly, were watery. His focus was blurry, and even the shape of his eyes was different. His right eye had a usual blue iris with a black pupil, but his left eye had a bright yellow slit pupil.

Startled, Plin’s mouth fell open slightly.

“Why… If you called me, you should have said something.”

A faint smile appeared on his face, looking somewhat innocent. But there was a surge of carnal desire in his unfocused gaze.

A large, hot hand crept stealthily between Plin’s thighs.

“S-Seriously, like this… What if your father is shocked? I thought he was sick.”

With his ears drooping forlornly, Plin looked troubled. And then, as if to shatter the mood, he mentioned the old man lying in the hospital room.

He wanted nothing more than to hear moans coming from that small mouth, but Hugo tried his best to understand Plin’s feelings. He was an orphan and a fox, so he must have a special affection for family.

He took a deep breath. He barely suppressed the urge to scold him for not just lying there and getting sucked off, and spoke each syllable clearly so that it would be accurately heard.

“Shocked? It’s an act of filial piety.”

“H-How is this filial piety?”

“He has an irregular heartbeat, so if he sees me sucking a c*ck, his heart will beat strongly.”

Hugo was doing his best to be considerate, a level of consideration he had never shown to anyone before and probably wouldn’t show to anyone in the future.

Even while suffering from the throes of karmic pain, he forced a smile and tried his best to make sure the fox wouldn’t feel guilty. Would the fox ever know? This special treatment.

“…B-But I’m embarrassed. Where’s the CCTV?”

“Right above your head. Hide it yourself.”

Hugo roughly answered and unfastened Plin’s pants. Amidst the silence, where even his heavy breathing could be heard, the ziip sound of the zipper going down was distinct.

True to his mischievous nature, the pink c*ck he pulled out was half-erect. It was driving him crazy that it had naturally gotten hard without any foreskin. Hugo frowned and barely managed to say,

“It’s the color of strawberries.”

Plin quickly covered his member with both hands.

“Let’s not do this.”

Hugo forcefully pried Plin’s fingers, which were covering his c*ck, one by one, and then gently stroked the soft and smooth c*ck with his index finger.

“Ah… but, hngh.”

“If you keep doing this, I’m going to get angry, darling.”

As if punishing him, he pressed down firmly with his thumb, centering on the urethra, causing a clear liquid to leak out. It was a sensitive lump of flesh that he wanted to tease.

“Huu…haa, ahh.”

When he rubbed the head of his c*ck a few more times with his thumb, it soon became wet and shiny. Plin’s wasn’t huge, not to that extent, but it was big enough to serve its purpose, and it was straight.

Hugo took his hand away for a moment and brought his nose to the fox’s c*ck, inhaling. There was a slight sour smell, and the scent of soap was thick. ‘My darling, you meticulously wash your d*ck with soap. That’s really too…’

“It’s delicious.”

“Aht, hngh, ung…!”

He liked the slippery feeling and pressed down a few more times, and each time, Plin squirmed as if he were electrocuted. He held the armrest tightly, suppressing his pretty shame, his hands turning white.

“P-Perhaps, just in case you’re wondering. Don’t, split, your tongue, p-please.”Plin made his earnest plea, breathing heavily. His body, which was usually cool, was constantly heating up, making the leather chair where his b*tt was resting feel hot. As he remembered the events of the first night, his b*tthole clenched tightly.