Wooheon sighed heavily.
“Sigh... guess I have to clean him up.”
He had never once cleaned up a partner after sex, but this weasel seemed to require a whole new level of care.
Picking Yueul up with ease, Wooheon carried him to the bathroom.
Having sex with a weasel came with endless complications.
Wooheon placed Yueul gently in the bathtub and glanced at his reflection in the mirror.
The bite marks left by Yueul stood out sharply, small wounds beading with blood.
Looking at the injuries on his shoulder, Wooheon tilted his head back and let out a dry laugh.
It was the first time anyone other than his father had bitten him.
‘Unbelievable....’
He touched the marks on his shoulder and then turned his gaze to the unconscious Yueul.
Wooheon, who usually believed in paying back twice the pain for anyone who dared harm him, resisted the urge to transform into his black mamba form.
