Maybe the pressure on him was even worse than Yueul had imagined.
Even though he’d caught the Wan-In Sect, Wooheon couldn’t stop blaming himself for the slip-up.
But Yueul had been the one to save the human, so he knew the truth—that wound wasn’t even that serious.
A little ointment would fix it.
Honestly, the ones Yueul left during sex were worse.
“...Did that help at all?”
“Yes. So much that now I want to kiss you.”
Startled by the sudden shift, Yueul began to shrink in his arms.
He’d promised himself not to change anymore, but this was too much.
He didn’t want to transform—but his body had other ideas.
It was instinct, like he’d stumbled across a dangerous animal.
“Again?”
Keeek!
The weasel made a weird squeaking as he bolted.
He shot up the stairs in a flash, making a string of distressed noises.
‘You said you’d wait! You said you’d hold back!’
Yueul had taken on the job of helping Wooheon fix his personality.
