Most of the people Wooheon had been with before were thrilled by the fact that he had two snake penises.
They were bold, shameless, and had no hesitation in expressing their pleasure, shaking with excitement.
But Yueul was different.
“Does covering your face mean you like it?”
And Yueul thought—'why is he even asking me that?’
Wooheon kissed the arm that covered Yueul’s eyes, prompting Yueul to let out a groan instead of answering his question.
He wasn’t entirely sure if he liked it, but he didn’t dislike it either.
The tickling sensation wasn’t strange to him.
‘Then, am I really liking it?’
Without answering, Yueul continued to cover his eyes with his arm.
“I can’t quite read you. Normally, I’d know if someone was trembling from fear or pleasure. But with you, I’m not so sure. You’re an unusual one... Anyway, there won’t be any penetration until I hear you say you want it. Understood?”
Yueul, understanding exactly what Wooheon meant, blushed.
