‘“It’s fine,” as if. Your weasel ears are already popping out.’
Wooheon clicked his tongue shortly.
But now wasn’t the time to be patient or slow down.
The frustration and unanswered questions made Wooheon desperate to relieve his stress immediately.
Wooheon slowly exhaled, letting his body relax.
He could feel the heat from the body pressed against him as Yueul took a deep breath.
Wooheon, being more sensitive to vibrations than most, could easily pick up on them—one of the traits as a snake anthropomorph.
This was how he knew better than anyone that Yueul was scared.
Every small tremor against his body communicated Yueul’s emotions in detail.
“I won’t ask what your ex did to you, but... Seeing someone so terrified while they’re having sex with me isn’t exactly a pleasant experience.”
Though his words were reproachful, his tone was gentle.
Wooheon reached out and touched the weasel ears poking through Yueul’s hair.
