At the calm, yet sharp words, the weasel began to grow.
As Yueul transformed back, his fur receded and his animal features faded.
Once human again, he quickly scrambled to find his clothes.
Every single time, he thought—
‘If anthropomorphs ruled the world, someone would’ve invented clothes that shrink with us when we shift.’
Blushing furiously, he pulled his clothes on and stood up straight.
“I wasn’t touching myself!”
“Is that so? Then there must be something wrong with my eyesight.”
“...I just....”
“Yes?”
“You turned into a black mamba in the middle of the night and slept next to me, so I thought, just maybe....”
“Just maybe?”
“....”
“Just maybe what, Mr. Lee?”
His lips parted as if to speak, but nothing came out.
There was just no way he could actually finish that sentence.
‘I was worried you sucked on my inverted nipple and made it pop back out, so I checked.’
Who the hell could say something like that out loud?
