The hand that had been stroking his hair slid down naturally, settling around the nape of his neck.
Wooheon took Yueul’s lips fully, tongue tracing along the roof of his mouth before pulling away.
“Mr. Lee, you really shouldn’t be a Keeper.”
“...Why not?”
“Hasn’t anyone ever tried to sleep with you before? Really?”
“No, never.”
“Hard to believe. You’re this good at seducing people, and no one’s ever tried?”
That had to be a lie.
There was no way.
The way Yueul spoke, the way he touched others so gently—anyone would fall for him.
Even someone as controlled as Wooheon had been completely ensnared to his unbearable charm.
And as for those unsocialized anthropomorphs... they wouldn’t have stood a chance.
“I don’t believe you.”
“But it’s true....”
“No. You’re lying to me. I told you before—I hate liars the most.”
Yueul insisted otherwise, but Wooheon wasn’t buying it.
This little weasel had to be lying.
It simply couldn’t be true.
