He’s a Fox Ch 100

Chapter 100

Predator or not, he caught the tilting fox with ease. Yip. Once his posture was stabilized, Hohyun cried out again, and the corner of Kim Kyungseok’s mouth twitched upward. He looked unmistakably pleased, which left the fox baffled. People shouldn’t be this easy, should they?

Ridiculous as it was, it was also a good sign for the fox. If he played this right… he began to form a quiet plan.

He was carried without fuss toward the parked cars, with the wolf and his followers heading for one in particular. A woman strode ahead and opened the rear door for him. The instant they got inside, the fox saw his chance.

When Kyungseok set him down at his side, the wolf’s hand brushed near his muzzle—whether by chance or on purpose didn’t matter. The timing was perfect, and the fox exulted inwardly.

He drew a deep breath and then poured his lungs into a single, piercing cry.

“Screee!”

Startled by the shriek, the wolf flinched and snatched his hand back from the fox’s mouth. The creature hadn’t made a peep even when tufts of fur were pulled out; something had to be wrong.

Thanks to a past spent enduring harassment in silence, the wolf didn’t suspect theatrics for a second. Bending to study the fox’s mouth closely, he murmured, grave:

“Doesn’t look like there’s any visible injury…”

“…Kiiing.”

Nothing to see to the naked eye. Reaching the limits of what sight could confirm, the wolf prodded around the muzzle again. The moment he touched, the fox let out a pained, eager whine; the wolf’s face hardened with certainty—hurt. He reopened the door and motioned to the dog beast outside.

Need something done, sir?

“Yeah. We should take this off first. Go fetch something useful.”

“Removing the muzzle may be risky. If he bites—”

“Oh, please. What’s this little thing going to do if it bites? Quit yapping and move.”

The dog showed concern, but the wolf scoffed and ignored it. The fox ached to let him sample true Canidae bite pressure—but if the plan was to work, that was the one thing he absolutely could not do. He shelved the urge at once.

Even so, the dog hesitated, unwilling to leave. The wolf shooed her, impatient. Deciding further persuasion was pointless, she finally shut the door and headed back into the building.

She returned shortly with a black pair of scissors in hand. Taking them, the wolf hauled the fox by the scruff, drawing him close. This was what the fox wanted—but the flash of metal inches from his face still pricked fear. At least it wasn’t a knife. Seeing the tail curl toward the belly, the wolf smiled with greedy delight and snipped.

Snick. Something parted, and his muzzle was free. The fox shook his head hard enough to snort. The spot throbbed, numb from being bound so long. He opened and closed his jaw to ease the stiffness—and the thing that had pinned it dropped to the floor. A strip of hard plastic about half a centimeter wide. He recognized it at once: a cable tie.

To use something meant for bundling wires to restrain a person—his hackles rose at the thought of their hands. He imagined the groove it must have pressed into his muzzle. The fur would fluff back; no lasting damage, likely—but it nagged him. As he considered rubbing his face on the floor, a hand darted in.

Looks fine, doesn’t he?

…Nng.

Round as he was, he’d been confusing—but a fox nonetheless. Even realizing he’d been tricked, the wolf barely reacted. With a click of his tongue, the dog beast reached for a spare cable tie—only to tuck it back at his gesture. The fox shivered—one close call from being re‑muzzled in under thirty seconds—and the wolf slid his hand over him again.

The second touch was bolder, almost rough. It hadn’t felt good before; now it grated. He raked the fur the wrong way, heedless of the fox’s skin. The thoughtless petting made the fox’s skin crawl. He endured it, jaw set—half from the debt of a freed mouth, half from the hope that maybe the legs would be cut next. The car started rolling, and through the entire drive the wolf kneaded him like a beloved squishy toy.

Only after a long patience test did the car roll to a stop. From where the fox lay, only a square of blue sky showed; from the wolf’s straight‑backed seat, the view differed. The moment the car stopped, the wolf’s hand left the fox—and a shadow crossed the wolf’s face.

As he sank back into the seat and licked his lips, the fox’s eyes widened. He hadn’t meant to read him—yet the fact that the man was a wolf made it clear. The one who moments earlier looked afraid of nothing now feared something.

With a sigh deep enough to crack the floor, the wolf’s frame changed. In the span of a blink, a slight build swelled large. Muscles and bones creaked; clothes stretched tight where they’d bagged before. He shed the skin of a nervy man, and the wolf inside stepped out: dark gray pelt, sleek and gleaming. The fox’s mouth fell open.

Even to one who knew what lay beneath, the effect was… polished. Slim and elegant, like his human form, the wolf made it easy to see why wolves always ranked in the “best‑looking animals” lists.

The great wolf yawned, ripping his jaws wide, and stretched. Even in the dim car, those teeth flashed, dangerous. Seeing those tight, sharp rows erased any thought of demonstrating “fox bite force.”

It was his first time seeing a wolf up close; the fox couldn’t help staring. Catching the meaning in that lifted gaze, the wolf bared his teeth in a grin. His tail—freed in the shift—thumped the seat. Slowly wagging, he opened his long muzzle and gave a warning thick with threat.

“Out of pity, here’s a tip: the one we’re meeting now isn’t like me. If you want to keep that neck in one piece, don’t make a sound.”

“Skreek…”

“If you behave, you’ll likely get home in one piece.”

You’re hardly merciful yourself, the fox thought. The advice was still advice—even if it sounded hollow. At least the flattery act seemed to be working.

Maybe he’d cut the legs free, too? Eyes shining with hope, the fox watched—but unlike the mouth, the legs stayed bound with no sign of mercy. Mobility, after all. If those bonds fell off, he’d at least try to bolt. Disappointed, ears drooping, he watched the wolf straighten his clothes, clamp the fox under one arm, and step outside.

He hadn’t noticed it inside the car—but outside, the air bit. The fox shivered at the sudden cold—and realized why a wolf like Kyungseok had looked rattled. Massive beastmen surrounded them, enclosing the space, every eye fixed in unison on this spot. At the end of their avid stares, the wolf swallowed, throat bobbing dry.