Wooheon needed to be in top shape before they went after the Wan-In Sect.
Even if he had sex now, he’d just end up needing it again later—but it was better to relieve at least some of the stress before heading out.
‘So why isn’t he doing anything about it? He knows exactly what’s happening.’
Lost in thought, Wooseok suddenly recalled Yueul.
‘Right. Wooheon must’ve given him the ‘private’ room.’
Aside from his personal bedroom, that was the only place with a proper bed.
‘So that means he hasn’t gotten laid recently....’
Wooseok exhaled slowly, blinking up at the ceiling.
‘Damn it. I really don’t want to do this.’
After a brief moment of hesitation, he picked up his phone and sent Yueul a message.
[Mr. Lee, could you come to the president’s office for a moment?]
* * *
Hours passed, but there was still no reply from Yueul.
Even if he was alone with the anthropomorph, it wasn’t like he wouldn’t have a single moment to check his phone.
