Yueul’s head snapped up.
“Hah—don’t! That hurts...!”
“Does it?”
“...Yeah.”
Wooheon nearly tugged it again just to see his reaction but held himself back at the last moment.
His grip loosened, fingers idly stroking the fur at its base instead.
Yueul swallowed dryly at the sensation.
“...Are you... are you putting it in already?”
“What do you think?”
Wooheon’s voice was smooth, teasing.
“You’re a Keeper, Mr. Lee. What do you think comes next?”
“I’m not a... Sex Keeper.”
Sex Keeper.
If that job existed, it’d probably be a goldmine for certain anthropomorphs.
Wooheon had never thought about it before, but it made sense.
An expert who taught anthropomorphs how to properly have sex—how to avoid hurting their partners, how to control their instincts.
It could be useful.
‘Hmm... Actually, that’s not a bad idea.’
“...Mr. Kang?”
Yueul’s hesitant voice pulled him back to the present.
Wooheon let out a sharp exhale, rubbing his face.
‘Goddamn it.’
