Chapter 128

Seeing Greyson's reaction, Dane asked with his brow still furrowed.

"Or do you always give gifts to people you sleep with during rut?"

"Um... that..."

Greyson stammered, unable to answer readily. He had clearly touched a nerve with Dane. The happy feeling from just a moment ago disappeared like dust, and fear took its place.

What if Dane refuses to talk to me again? What if he gets angry and tells me to get out of his sight right now? What should I answer now?

"Miller."

"Uh, yeah."

Dane called him again. When Greyson looked at him, startled, he spoke with his brow furrowed, but as indifferently as usual.

"I'm just asking out of curiosity, I'm not angry at you."

His tone actually felt that way. But Greyson noted the fact that Dane was furrowing his brow.

"...You're frowning."

"This is just my face. Even if you don't like it, there's nothing I can do."

Again, Dane's tone didn't change much. Well, the face of Dane that Greyson remembered wasn't much different from now. He did frown more when working, but that was because he was annoyed, far from being angry. Realizing this fact, the tension in his shoulders eased, and he felt much more comfortable. Only then did Greyson answer the question.

"I don't necessarily do something for someone just because they spent a rut with me."

After confirming that color had returned to Greyson's face, Dane asked.

"Then why do you want to do it for me?"

"Because you helped me."

The answer was simple. In other words, it was simply a repayment. This man had clearly lived his life this way. Paying back for every favor he received.

He must have curried favor with others in this way.

Dane thought so and opened his mouth.

"You don't have to repay everything I did voluntarily."

At the even tone, Greyson hesitated and looked up at him. That wasn't the end. Dane even lightly stroked Greyson's head as he took the plate that was in front of him. Just like he would do to Darling, indifferently but as if familiar, with a gentle touch.

Surprised, Greyson touched the spot where Dane's hand had just touched and left, with his eyes wide open.

"...Dane, I."

Greyson opened his mouth with a blank face. Before the next words could come out, Dane slapped his other cheek.

* * *

When Greyson Miller came to work, the staff were surprised by two facts. That both his cheeks were red, swollen, and flushed, and that despite this, he was smiling as if in a good mood.

"Miller, what happened to that...?"

"Good morning, hello."

When Ezra asked in surprise, he greeted him cheerfully. Thanks to this, there was one more thing to be surprised about. Greyson Miller returning greetings so brightly? What had happened?

But that wasn't the end. Dane's face, which appeared soon after, was the opposite of his. With shadows under his eyes as if tired, his drooping steps looked even more depressed than usual. It was the first time seeing him so low on energy.

"It seems like Miller has absorbed all of Dane's energy."

At the whispered words from the side, Ezra denied it in a small voice, saying, "No way."

"Something must have happened during the vacation. Considering he suddenly took time off, it must have been no ordinary matter."

Could something have happened to his family?

Ezra was worried but couldn't easily ask. Just as he was glancing and watching, he suddenly discovered another strange point. Dane had come to work wearing his uniform. Thanks to this, he didn't change clothes and just took out his ID card from the cabinet and stuffed it into his pocket.

"What's going on?"

At Ezra's question, Dane finally directed his gaze. When Ezra gestured with his eyes, scanning his attire, Dane answered indifferently.

"Too bothersome to change."

Ezra tilted his head, but Dane soon closed the cabinet door. Just as he was turning around, a guy who had just entered spoke up boisterously.

"Hey, everyone gather around! Wilkins brought hot dogs. He says let's all eat together, gather here! Hurry!"

"Ooh!"

The colleagues gathered in one place with joy. The only person who didn't approach was Dane. For some reason, he made an unwelcome expression with his face contorted, and Ezra asked in puzzlement.

"What are you doing? Aren't you eating?"

"I'll pass."

Dane declined, turning his gaze elsewhere. There was more than one strange thing about him today. Dane, who never refused anything free, declining hot dogs? What on earth was going on?

Someone handed a hot dog to the puzzled Ezra. After receiving it with a "thanks," Ezra soon spotted Greyson at a slight distance and held out a hot dog to him.

"Here, Miller."

Greyson, who had been staring with blinking eyes, silently took it but only unwrapped it and didn't put it in his mouth. The sausage between the bread strangely caught his eye today. What is it? Just as he frowned in puzzlement, something he had forgotten came back to his mind.

...Huh?

Greyson blinked his eyes urgently. He forcibly squeezed his brain cells to recall the hazy memory. And the effort paid off, suddenly an enormous scene unfolded before his eyes.

"Venu... Hup!"

Just as Greyson was about to shout, someone covered his mouth from behind. With everyone's attention focused, Dane threatened in a low voice from behind him.

"Follow me."

And Dane dragged him outside, still holding Greyson's mouth. The guys who remained could only watch with dumbfounded expressions as Greyson struggled and was dragged away, and Dane, with a pale, frozen face, quickly disappeared.

* * *

"I remembered, in Venus, Virginia between Venus, Virginia!"

As soon as his mouth was released, Greyson shouted at the top of his lungs. Though Dane had brought him out expecting this, he couldn't help the ringing in his ears. Dane covered his aching ears with his hands and then covered Greyson's mouth again.

"Calm down."

He glared at Greyson with frightening eyes and nagged.

"I said calm down, before I shut your mouth by shoving my cock in it."

Anyone would be horrified by such words and close their mouth. But Dane had chosen the wrong opponent. Seeing Greyson, who immediately had an ecstatic expression and was emitting thick pheromones, Dane broke out in a cold sweat down his back. Dane, who immediately removed his hand, pressed his forehead with his other hand and sighed.

"Forget about it."

"That's impossible."

As expected, Greyson refused outright. The fact that he had almost lost that memory forever was a terrifying thing, enough to give him goosebumps.

"I'll never forget it for the rest of my life. It would be good if I could scan my brain and store the memory. Then I could save an enlarged version of Venus, save 100 copies of the scene where Virginia is inserted, in case the saved ones might be lost. The part where you licked my cock with Virginia between Venus, I'd save 1000 copies..."

"Stop."

Dane felt fatigue washing over him and cut off his words. Greyson reluctantly closed his mouth, but he seemed restless, unable to pour out his boiling emotion somehow. If silenced, Greyson wouldn't leak words just anywhere. But this excitement needed to be controlled. Because colleagues would think it strange.

Unfortunately, in this situation, Dane had only one card to play.

"If you behave, I'll do it again next time."

Greyson suddenly stopped all movement. Looking at him, who wasn't even breathing, Dane added.

"On the condition that you stay quiet until my chest heals."

Greyson still didn't move a muscle. 1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds.

Exactly after 5 seconds, Greyson asked loudly, as if exhaling his held breath.

"Really? You'll really suck Virginia between Venus? When I'm not in rut? When I'm in my right mind?"

To the words pouring out one after another, Dane gave only one answer.

"Yes."

"Then I."

"No."

Dane refused immediately.