‘No, Lee Yueul. You can’t transform and run away NOW. After all you’ve been through... And you have nowhere to go, anyway.’
He tried to calm his racing heart, gripping the back of the chair tightly.
“Do you not want to?”
“It’s just that... Mr. Kang, you don’t like me.”
“Does that matter? I can have sex with someone regardless of whether I like them or not.”
“But I’m not ready yet....”
“I don’t get it. If you’re a grown adult, wouldn’t you want to have sex with someone you like?”
“I....”
“If I were you, I’d want to. Unless you have some other motive?”
Wooheon leaned in closer, and Yueul instinctively pulled back.
It was clear that Yueul was terrified, trembling and avoiding his gaze, but somehow he managed not to transform into his weasel form.
Yueul tried to think of a way out. If he confessed the truth now, Wooheon, who hated lies, might transform into a black mamba and bite him.
Yueul nervously licked his dry lips.
