Chapter 69

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A few hours earlier.

From around the time dinner was ending, Dane wasn't feeling well. He seemed to have a fever, and fatigue washed over him, making his body increasingly heavy. Before he knew it, his mind was filled only with thoughts of wanting to sleep soon.

It's because I've been tense all this time.

He attributed all of this to Greyson Miller. If only that son of a bitch hadn't done crazy things.

After ruminating on thoughts he had already chewed over numerous times, he let out a short "haa" sigh. He might be coming down with a cold. Getting sick in this situation would be the worst. That man might not understand because he doesn't get infected by viruses, so he can remain calm, but for Dane, it could potentially be life-threatening.

I need to rest and conserve my energy first.

Ashley Miller probably wouldn't need medicine since he doesn't get sick either, but his partner is different. He would have prepared emergency medicine for him just in case. Even so, he absolutely couldn't let on that he was weakened. He would have to search the house again when Greyson was asleep.

It might be in the storage room.

With that determination, Dane rose from his seat.

"Where are you going?"

As expected, Greyson immediately questioned. Dane looked down at him with a frowning face and responded coldly.

"Rather than sitting here listening to your nonsense, I'd better go in and get some sleep."

After saying that and turning around, he hesitated and turned back to Greyson.

"Where are the spare clothes?"

Greyson grinned and led the way. When they entered the dressing room inside Greyson's bedroom, there was a pile of clothes. After scanning the clothes that Ashley Miller had surely prepared, Dane soon noticed that the clothes were divided into two sides. Probably one side was Ashley Miller's and the other was his partner's. After confirming at a glance that one side had smaller sizes, he was about to hang the shirt back when something strange caught his eye.

...A cheerleader outfit?

Dane took out the female uniform and examined it front and back, but soon put it back, setting aside his curiosity. He briefly saw a bikini top that would barely cover the nipples and bottoms with not much more fabric, but he ignored them. He didn't even want to know why they were there.

Turning to the opposite side, much larger clothes came into view. They looked custom-made at a glance, and Dane guessed that all the clothes here were probably specially ordered to fit each person's size.

Dane picked up one of the clothes that clearly seemed prepared for Ashley Miller to wear, then hesitated. It fit Greyson Miller well, but humiliatingly, it looked somewhat large for Dane. After roughly checking the size with his eyes, Dane didn't bother trying it on in front of Greyson and just took it with him. Along with new, unopened underwear.

"Don't you need to try it on?"

Greyson asked from behind, but Dane just said, "I'm good," and returned to his room.

As expected.

After finishing his shower in the connected bathroom and changing clothes, Dane confirmed that the shirt was indeed large as expected and immediately frowned. Until now, clothes had been small if anything, but he had never seen clothes that were too big—just how enormous were those bastards?

Suddenly recalling that Ashley Miller had been an ice hockey player and MVP, he spat out a short curse and then flopped down on the bed. Soon, as if it had been waiting, sleep poured over him, and his consciousness quickly sank into darkness.

* * *

Haa, haa. Haa, haa.

He woke up to the sound of heavy breathing. It was only afterward that he realized it was coming from his own mouth. Dane opened his heavy eyelids, gasping for breath. It wasn't just his eyelids that were heavy. His entire body was so limp that it was difficult to move even a finger. It was as if the inside of the earth was firmly holding onto Dane's body.

"Ugh."

A painful groan escaped his lips. As soon as he managed to get up, the room immediately began to spin. Dane gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, waiting for the dizziness to subside. Even during this time, the heat budding inside his body was gradually spreading throughout his entire body.

What is this.

His mouth was parched, and heat blossomed all over his body. His stomach ached unbearably.

No way.

A single thought flashed through his foggy mind. Nonsense. Despite wanting to deny it, he urgently calculated the dates. Soon after, a low curse flowed from his lips.

Immediately after, Dane rushed out with staggering steps and began frantically searching the house.

Medicine, where's the medicine.

Ashley Miller's partner is the same phenotype as Dane. He would also have heat cycles, so he might have prepared medicine.

Really?

An ominous thought raised its head in one corner of his mind.

Why would he need that? He'd probably welcome a heat cycle.

What else would there be to do, trapped here alone with his partner? There's no reason to avoid it by using medicine. Despite knowing this, Dane desperately rummaged through every corner of the house.

The only time he, who could control his pheromones himself, needed suppressants was during a heat cycle. This was because if he took a large amount of suppressants and sleeping pills and fell asleep, the heat cycle would have passed or only mild symptoms would remain, allowing him to get through the period without much trouble.

"Damn it!"

Unable to contain his impatience, Dane pulled out an empty drawer and threw it away. Despite the dull sound of the wooden drawer shattering into pieces, the situation didn't change. Dane took rough breaths, his shoulders heaving. It was becoming increasingly difficult to endure. Already, his insides felt burning hot and itchy, driving him crazy.

I need to put something in.

The numerous devices at home came to mind automatically. He had never used them himself, but since he always cleaned them thoroughly after use, he thought he could use them directly if necessary. Like in the current situation.

But that was a meaningless fantasy now. Dane had nothing. No suppressants, no sleeping pills, no sex toys.

In his urgency, Dane pulled down his pants and tried to poke his own anus. He tried inserting his fingers, but it was far from enough. Far from reaching the desired depth, the movement just at the entrance only made him more impatient.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"

After cursing as if shouting while kicking the floor, he took a rough breath and hesitated. He faintly sensed a sweet scent.

It was the very pheromone scent that Greyson always sprayed around him.

...Wait a minute.

Dane, who had been standing still in place, slowly turned his head. At the end of his gaze was the firmly closed bedroom door. Dane blinked his hazy eyes, feverish.

...It's not really that different.

And then Dane's thoughts were cut off.

* * *

And now.

Haa, haa. Haa, haa.

Greyson was so surprised by the sight of Dane taking rough breaths above him that he could only open his eyes wide. He knew all too well the identity of the pheromone scent that was heavily settled around him. And what it meant.

"It's a heat cycle, isn't it?"

Greyson muttered in an excited voice. Instead of answering, Dane just looked down at him with cloudy eyes. But the answer was as good as determined. That flushed face, those unfocused, hazy eyes, the rapid breathing, and above all, the amount of pheromones pressing down on Greyson all spoke of one thing.

As I thought, I wasn't wrong!

Greyson's eyes sparkled with joy. Now he just needed to confirm the butterfly pattern. Just check the pelvis now...

Just as he was thinking that, he tried to get up but hesitated.

...But why is he on top of me?

As he was puzzled by the unexpected situation, suddenly Dane unzipped his pants. As he pulled down his pants along with his underwear, his highly aroused penis immediately stood up.

Greyson's eyes widened at the magnificent cock. He had never seen such a handsome penis before. It was straight without any curve, quite thick, and considerably long.

His technique must be good too, naturally.

Just as he vaguely recalled wondering if that was why no unsavory stories had been heard despite that man changing partners almost every day, he suddenly felt something strange. Soon after, Greyson looked down and was horrified to see Dane pulling down his pajamas along with his underwear.

"W-wait, wait a minute! What are you doing?"

As he frantically shouted and grabbed his pants, Dane raised his head. At the sight of him glaring with bloodshot eyes while taking rough breaths, Greyson was momentarily startled and flinched. Dane sneered lowly between gasping breaths and said.

"Pretty one, don't be a bother and stay still. It'll be over soon."

"What?"

Before he could understand, Dane strongly pulled on the pajamas that Greyson was clutching. With a ripping sound, the pajamas tore in two, and Greyson's face turned pale.

"Uwaaaaah!"

Greyson screamed in horror.