Plin Ch 3.2

Hugo played with the fox’s c*ck a few more times before opening his mouth and devouring it. His mouth was like a hot cave.

“Hngh…!”

Because Plin’s shaft was naturally cold, perhaps due to his normally cool body temperature, when Hugo’s wide tongue adhered to it with a smack, there was a tingling sensation from the temperature difference. It seemed to be on purpose, as his mouth was filled with saliva, and when his member touched the mucous membrane filled with hot liquid, it trembled on its own.

At first, the man seemed to stroke it with his long tongue, but then he put strength in his lips and sucked. The obscene sounds of slurping echoed.

“Aah, ah, ha, haa, ngh…”.

The fox’s hips moved up and down, and his c*ck steadily grew in size.

Hugo felt a slight electric current on the rough bumps whenever the stiff shaft scratched the roof of his mouth, making him feel like even the roof of his mouth was getting hard. If the inside of his mouth was stimulated any further, he felt like he would bite down, so he pulled out the shaft.

As requested by the fox, he hadn’t yet transformed his tongue, but instead, he licked the tip from side to side, making the fox squirm. Every time he moved from side to side, liquid would seep out, making his head feel refreshed.

“Ngh, haa… it feels strange…”

Then, he gladly squeezed down deeply, as if to deliberately bump his nose against the fox’s lower belly. When he did that, Plin would tremble his lower abdomen and then caress Hugo’s hair. After playing with the tip and shaft for a while, he carefully spat it out. He felt the testicles, which had become firm.

Discovering a new source of enjoyment, Hugo sucked on the round testicles, pressing his cheeks together as if he were sucking on a candy.

“Hngh… kk, hiung… it’s hot…”

The fox couldn’t control his tail and kept leaking bodily fluids, whimpering. His ears had long ago aligned at a 90-degree angle.

The arousal that started from his neck flushed his ears and shoulders a deep red.

Unable to bear the sensation he had never felt before, Plin grabbed his hand, which was placed on his thigh, and dug his canines into it. Droplets of water trickled down from the corners of the fox’s tightly closed eyes.

“…Ouch.”

Hugo reacted mechanically to the two evenly spaced puncture wounds on the back of his hand. There was a little blood, and the skin around the holes was turning red, almost purple.

Startled by what he had done, Plin stammered and asked.

“D-Did it hurt a lot?”

“You’re asking if it hurt after putting holes in my hand?”

Rather than being angry, Plin’s action made Hugo even more aroused, but he didn’t show it and licked the back of his hand where Plin had bitten him.

“Haa… the fox really.”

He couldn’t resist the fox’s foxiness and wrapped his tongue, split in two, around Plin’s c*ck. The long, wet tongue crossed and stroked Plin’s c*ck like an earthworm.

“Ah, ah, ah. Kk, hngh…”

The fox twitched his tail and ears frivolously, then threw away Hugo’s hand, which he had been holding onto as if it were a precious treasure, and covered his fluffy ears with both hands. No matter how much it was a physiological response, he was embarrassed to show this side of himself to others.

That was just barely restrained rationality. While his whole body was hot, he didn’t want to be caught with his ears standing up straight.

He blushed, forgot he was at work, moaned freely, and even lifted his knees, shaking his face, but he knew that what the camera above his head would see best was neither his face nor his genitals, but his erect ears.

Plin looked down at Hugo with hazy eyes. His flowing black hair became clear and then blurry like a heat haze. His forehead was also a little sweaty. He was sweating not only on his forehead but also on his b*ttocks and thighs, which were flowing inside his clothes, and he felt resentful.

Noticing that he was looking at him, the executive director stared at Plin with his yellow eyes.

With his eyes wide open, he shamelessly wrapped his forked tongue around Plin’s member like a ring, pressing it. As he repeatedly stroked from the bottom to the top of his c*ck, the clear precum that had been flowing from his c*ck began to turn a cloudy white.

“Hnnghh… it really… feels perverted…”

Hugo swallowed every drop of the white semen, not wanting to waste even a single one.

He pressed his lips together as if to squeeze it out properly, pressing harder from the base of his c*ck. His dry nose bumping against his lower abdomen felt unfamiliar.

The fox’s semen shot forcefully into Hugo’s throat. The bursting semen made Hugo’s eyes roll back. With a previously unseen intensity, he squeezed Plin’s c*ck so roughly that the shaft, glistening with saliva, foamed.

“Ack, ah, it hurts…”

At Plin’s scream, he paused for a moment and spat out his member, and then he licked his lips in disappointment as he watched the white liquid drip down the red shaft.

“Please suck it gently…”

“Sorry. It was so delicious, I lost control?”

He spoke quickly like a madman and then sucked what was on the shaft. Plin flinched, trembled, grabbed his shoulder, and occasionally leaned his upper body forward and buried his head.

“Hngh…!”

Finally, with a plop, Plin shuddered and came. Now, even embarrassment was gone. His mind turned blank and white. Plin collapsed into Hugo’s arms as if he were falling.

“Hmm, this one tastes sweet. A bit, thick?”

Hugo licked his lips with his forked tongue.

“Is that all there is?”

He couldn’t tell exactly what he was asking for. He just looked at him. Why was he asking ‘what?’ for

“Let me suck you off one more time.”

“Why…”

“Let me put it in my mouth. I like it when I put it in my mouth.”

The words that came out of his mouth, swollen and soaked with semen, were spectacular. While being subjected to the persistent squeezing, Plin listened to his words and opened and closed his mouth, finally managing to utter two words.

“You’re crazy…”

***

If this is truly happiness… Before the karmic pain could fully begin, Hugo, feeling completely refreshed, examined the approval documents.

Other than his heart occasionally aching, his condition was perfect.

“You seem to be in a good mood.”

Thibeau said suddenly.

“Yeah. My heart feels a bit strange, is it genetic?”

Thibeau silently handed him a Tylenol. He had read an article that painkillers actually worked for heartache, so he decided to do his best for his soft-hearted master.

“What’s this?”

“It’s a vitamin.”

Thibeau answered indifferently and now had to hurt his master’s feelings once again. It was like giving medicine and then giving the disease…

“Mr. Plin brought me the drinks.”

“Why?”

“He said he can’t deliver to the office anymore.”

“Why?”

Hugo asked with a blank look in his eyes, as if he genuinely didn’t know the reason.

“Because he’s embarrassed.”

“Why?”

“Fuck, if that’s not embarrassing, then what is, in this modern age?”

Despite Thibeau’s harsh criticism, Hugo just tilted his head. Plin had seemed happy last night, after having come more than five times.

“I guess he’s more shy than I thought. I thought he wouldn’t be, being a salesman.”

Even though his first love was going off the rails, he still couldn’t figure out the situation. However, his master was playing by himself, in his own world of understanding, too far gone. Hugo’s predestined thorny path only made Thibeau sigh.