His gaze met Yueul’s, the skin beneath his eyes tinged red with arousal.
His lips parted slightly, as if expecting something.
“W-what? Did I do something wrong again...?”
But that wasn’t what Wooheon was waiting for.
‘So slow to learn... Or was he doing it on purpose?’
Wooheon narrowed his eyes.
That was a possibility, too.
After all, this weasel was an expert at seduction.
Wooheon came to a conclusion of his own.
This little creature wasn’t scared of a black mamba—he was actually toying with him.
Gripping Yueul’s thin wrists, Wooheon pinned them down against the sheets.
Their faces were close enough for their breaths to mix.
Yueul nervously licked his dry lips.
“I told you last time.”
“Y-yeah...?”
“I won’t stop until you beg me to put it in.”
Wooheon’s voice was smooth, deliberate.
“I’ll do that thing from last time too. But this time, I’ll make it even better for you.”
“Wait, what?”
“You can’t tease me, Mr. Lee.”
