“Damn that gluttonous slutsel....”
Wooheon stared up at the ceiling, his frustration directed squarely at Yueul.
Slutsel.
That nickname suited Yueul all too well.
His mind wandered back to the scene of Yueul washing the anthropomorph earlier.
That must have been the reason the otherwise silent anthropomorph had finally spoken.
It was clear to Wooheon: the creature, having failed to develop proper social skills, was responding to basic physical stimulation.
It must have been excited by Yueul’s touch and decided to play along to win more attention.
That was animal instinct at work.
Of course, Wooheon knew how absurd his own reasoning sounded.
But the moment the thought crossed his mind, the black scales on his arm darkened and grew more pronounced before fading again.
“...I shouldn’t have blocked Bae Suhyeon.”
If he’d known it would come to this, he would’ve kept Bae Suhyeon around a little longer.
