“...But it doesn’t feel like you hate sex anymore, right?”
“Um....”
He trailed off.
It was too embarrassing to flat-out admit he liked it.
Wooheon caught onto Yueul’s hesitant reaction and smiled to himself, a little childish about it.
‘See? I’m not just some scary guy to him—I’m the one who showed him what good sex actually feels like.’
“Ah—sorry. I didn’t mean to make things awkward again. I was just... curious. I wanted to understand why you ended up feeling that way about sex.”
Wooheon let go of his hand and stood up from the bed.
“And you don’t have to do it with me anymore. I’ll treat it as something I need to work through on my own. I can’t keep acting like a kid forever.”
Now that he thought about it... Yueul wasn’t wrong.
He’d always used sex as a way to manage stress.
And that was actually kind of twisted.
He couldn’t afford to keep living like that if he was going to take over the family name.
He needed to take control of himself—handle his own stress.
