Yueul placed his hand over the dark gray scales.
‘Even after sex, they’re still there... So, is it because the anthropomorph isn’t talking?’
His fingers brushed lightly over the scales as he tried to figure out how to make Wooheon relax.
Startled, Wooheon halted in his tracks and glanced down.
The gentle touch of Yueul’s fingers against his arm felt oddly soft.
“What are you doing?”
“I just... You seem stressed. I’ll try harder so you don’t have to be.”
Like he would when washing an anthropomorph, Yueul grasped Wooheon’s arm with a reassuring grip.
His cool palms warmed against Wooheon’s skin, bringing the same familiar warmth from their embrace.
Wooheon’s lips parted slightly.
The tension in his body melted away.
As if his whole frame was unraveling, the heat dissipated—and with it, the black mamba scales disappeared.
“Oh! It’s gone.”
Yueul’s eyes widened as he watched the scales disappear.
