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As his erection pressed against Jeongseo’s thigh, it rubbed against his own.
His body, already hypersensitive from several releases, twitched involuntarily at the slightest friction.
The more Pyo Yoontae moved his hips as if thrusting, the more intense the sensation became, to the point where Jeongseo’s hips felt like they were being crushed under the relentless movement.
His vision shook as the obscene sight of Yoontae’s erection parting his skin filled his eyes, making him squeeze them shut.
But shutting his eyes only made things worse—his ears picked up the obscene, wet sounds echoing in the air, raw and unfiltered.
He tried to block it out, but every one of his senses had already been consumed by the eroticism of the moment.
“Aah… hngh…”
The rapid friction left him dazed, and every time his pelvis met Yoontae’s hip bone, a deep, aching sensation spread inside his belly, rekindling the heat that had barely subsided.
On top of that, Yoontae’s pheromones, thick and potent, clung to his skin, making his vision flicker in and out.
“Haa… Jeongseo…”
Yoontae let out a low groan, gripping Jeongseo’s legs tightly before slamming his hips upward with force.
His thighs, already flushed from the constant friction, trembled violently as Jeongseo clutched the sheets.
Hot, white liquid spilled onto his smooth abdomen, and his body slackened as he gasped for breath.
Only when Jeongseo’s legs lost all strength did Yoontae, half-dazed with arousal, realize what had happened.
“Jeongseo?”
Worried, Yoontae tapped lightly on his chest.
There was no response—only the sound of steady breathing.
“…You’re seriously sleeping right now?”
He couldn’t believe it. But it was real.
Yoontae let out a breathless chuckle as he gazed down at the soundly sleeping Jeongseo, who resembled a spent, delicate weasel.
Thinking back, though, Jeongseo had taken a physical exam early in the morning.
Of course, he’d be exhausted.
It was a little disappointing, but waking him up now didn’t feel right.
Yoontae glanced down at himself, still throbbing, then shifted his gaze to Jeongseo, half-naked and vulnerable in sleep.
His chest and stomach were smeared with cum, and the insides of his thighs, along with his soft length, were flushed red from irritation.
The air still carried the sweet scent of cocoa.
Even in sleep, Jeongseo was intoxicating to Yoontae.
Jeongseo slowly drifted back to consciousness, but his eyelids felt heavy, making him reluctant to open them.
His entire body felt languid, and there was an odd, sore ache between his legs.
His throat was dry, and despite having slept, he didn’t feel fully rested.
On top of that, a scent that had been tickling his nose for a while began to bother him.
Half-lidded eyes blinked open as he rolled to his side—
—only to be met with an enormous, black-furred mass right in front of his face.
“Wh-what the hell?!”
Startled, he bolted upright.
Now that he was looking properly, he saw long, stretched-out limbs, thick paws, pointed ears with slightly rounded tips, and subtle patterns etched across the sleek black fur.
His mouth slowly fell open.
“A… black panther.”
A massive black panther was sprawled beside him, deep in sleep.
There was no need to guess who it was.
Though Jeongseo had seen the ears and tail before, this was the first time he was seeing the full form up close.
His curiosity got the better of him as he examined the panther from different angles.
The face alone was broader than his outstretched palm, the front paws larger than his clenched fist.
The length of its body rivaled that of a human.
“Whoa…”
He always knew Yoontae was big, but he had assumed it was just because he ate well and grew up strong—like a large housecat.
Jeongseo pressed down on the thick, jelly-like pads of the panther’s paws, slipping his fingers between the toes and teasingly wiggling them.
At that, sharp claws unsheathed for a moment before retracting as Yoontae unconsciously stretched his paw.
Jeongseo inhaled sharply.
Those claws were definitely larger than his own teeth.
Yes… black panthers were undoubtedly fearsome predators.
Still, the fact that Yoontae remained unresponsive emboldened Jeongseo, and he continued poking and prodding different spots.
Then, he lightly brushed the tips of the panther’s ears—
Twitch.
They flicked violently.
Finding it amusing, Jeongseo kept tapping them until, suddenly, two golden eyes snapped open, and a large paw shot up.
“Uwah—! It’s me, Jeongseo! It’s just me!”
He panicked, trying to scramble away, but it was too late.
In one swift motion, the panther pinned him down and pulled him into its warmth.
Now face-to-face with the creature’s keen, feline gaze—far more piercing than in human form—Jeongseo instinctively stiffened.
Yoontae, however, merely curled his paw around Jeongseo, dragging him closer into his embrace.
Then, he flicked out his long tongue and lazily licked from Jeongseo’s jawline to his hair, purring contentedly.
Relieved that this wasn’t some sudden hunting instinct kicking in, Jeongseo let himself relax.
Once Yoontae had thoroughly groomed him—licking until Jeongseo’s white hair was tousled to one side—he finally pulled back, looking pleased.
Jeongseo, on the other hand, felt like his face had been scraped across a concrete floor.
He wiped his damp cheek with his palm, grimacing.
“What time is it, anyway? Aren’t you hungry?”
Stretching his arm out, he grabbed his phone and checked the screen.
It was already past 11 AM.
Jeongseo, who was used to waking up by 8 at the latest, had never slept in this late before.
Yoontae yawned widely, rubbing his face against Jeongseo’s head instead of shifting back into his human form.
Unlike his tongue, his soft fur felt pleasant against the skin.
For a moment, Jeongseo debated staying like this—until he suddenly remembered the leftover snacks in the kitchen.
“Yoontae.”
The black panther merely stared at him in response.
Its pupils, thinned to narrow slits in the bright daylight, gleamed like golden blades.
“Let’s skip a full meal for now and just snack on something.”
Yoontae gave a slow nod.
Jeongseo got up and stepped out of the room.
For a moment, Yoontae’s gaze lingered on the now-empty spot beside him, but soon after, the door slid open again, and Jeongseo’s excited voice rang out.
“Yoontae, it’s snowing outside!”
His face was flushed with excitement.
The black panther finally stretched its massive body, rising to its feet and padding out leisurely.
With every step, the rolling motion of its shoulder blades was fluid and regal.
Jeongseo glanced at himself.
…With his much shorter legs, there was no way he could ever exude that kind of elegance.
But there was no helping it.
Shoving the thought aside, he followed Yoontae onto the porch, gazing at the thick blanket of snow covering the yard.
A small dog, Seobok, had already been running around happily, but the moment it saw the black panther, it yelped and scurried back into its little doghouse.
Jeongseo chuckled and reassured the trembling pup before suddenly feeling the urge to throw himself into the snow as well.
He glanced at Yoontae, who stood still, observing something in the distance.
His long, black tail swayed idly above the wooden porch.
A mischievous glint sparked in Jeongseo’s eyes.
Without hesitation, he leaped forward—
—straight into the snow.
The weasel, its fur puffed up from the snow clinging to it, trembled as it perched on the stepping stone beneath the wooden porch.
Beside it, a black panther, also damp from the snow, climbed up and shook itself off.
Standing side by side, their size difference was stark, yet they looked at each other and smiled.
Feeling much better, the white weasel rubbed itself against the panther’s leg, letting out a soft whimper.
The black panther watched the weasel for a moment before carefully picking it up and setting it down atop the scattered clothes on the porch.
Then, the panther silently retreated back inside the house.
Realizing it was time to transform, Jeongseo gave his body one last shake before shifting into his human form.
He hurriedly gathered his clothes and dressed himself just as Pyo Yoontae emerged, holding a towel.
Sitting behind Jeongseo, Yoontae began wiping away the damp strands of hair that clung to his forehead.
“Jeongseo, are you cold?”
“No! Not at all!”
“What about your body? Are you okay?”
“My body? Of course, I—”
The moment he opened his eyes, he had seen the black panther, causing the memories of last night to momentarily slip from his mind.
But as the forgotten events came rushing back, Jeongseo’s lips parted slightly before his face turned bright red, and he quickly lowered his head.
The insides of his thighs—and other places he couldn’t name—felt strangely sore.
Watching him, Pyo Yoontae let out a quiet chuckle.
He had assumed Jeongseo wasn’t dwelling on it, given his usual tendency not to overthink things.
But it seemed that wasn’t the case.
Feigning an accident, Yoontae let his fingers brush against the flushed shell of Jeongseo’s ear, making his shoulders tense.
“When I was putting your pants on last night, right here—”
His hand slid smoothly down Jeongseo’s spine, then reached forward, pressing into the inside of his thigh.
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