“What exactly do you mean by ‘this right here?’”
“Y-you know, that tone you just used a minute ago. That one. Just... without the teasing.”
“What kind of tone was it, exactly?”
“When we’re having sex! Sex!”
Yueul blurted it out at full volume, his clear voice echoing through the apartment.
Silence fell like a curtain.
Red-faced, Yueul sat back down and tried to compose himself.
His stiff, ramrod-straight posture was practically begging the universe to pretend it never happened.
‘...Okay, yeah. I like him. But this weasel is still a total perv. I’ve been holding out for over two months.’
“Haha... Anyway, test’s over, Mr. Kang. You get a perfect score. Full marks. I’m actually kind of proud of how far you’ve come.”
He clapped his hands awkwardly, flashing Wooheon a ten-fingered ‘100’ gesture like a kindergarten teacher praising a child.
Honestly, it was impressive—he’d managed to keep the conversation going this long.
