Wooheon glanced up, then slowly dragged his tongue over the hardened bud.
“Now we’ve got to figure out which one feels better. So don’t forget how this one feels.”
Yueul shuddered.
His mind was a mess.
How the hell did this even happen?
All he’d wanted to do was check if the black mamba had sucked on his chest while he slept.
He hadn’t even touched himself.
But now he was somehow being asked to compare which feels better, snake tongue versus human tongue, under the excuse of a “mating instinct.”
‘If this keeps up, we’re totally going to end up having sex.’
He started scrambling for a way out.
'He was weak to affection, right? Maybe if I acted all sweet and gentle, he’d stop with all this nonsense?'
“Nngh... Mr. Kang....”
Wooheon looked up from where he’d been licking.
His eyes were heavy, dazed with lust.
Yueul swallowed hard under that gaze, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
