Chapter 129

Greyson immediately protested with indignation.

"I haven't even said anything yet..."

"No photos, no videos, nothing. If you ever do such a thing, you and I are over immediately. I'll never see you again for the rest of my life, so keep that in mind."

At those words, Greyson immediately became dejected. As expected, Dane thought indifferently. Why does this guy only have such predictable thoughts?

"If you understand, let's go back."

"Wait."

Just as he was about to move, Greyson suddenly stopped him. When Dane turned around with a frown, Greyson opened his mouth with a rather solemn expression.

"I want to sleep with Virginia between Venus."

What kind of position is that, you crazy bastard...

The color drained from Dane's face, but Greyson was serious. The two stood facing each other like an outlaw and a sheriff in the West about to duel. In the end, the one who surrendered was the sheriff.

"Fine, then."

Dane, who wiped his face with one hand, turned around first without bothering to check Greyson's reaction.

Belatedly following him, Greyson hurriedly said.

"I also want to commute together."

"Do as you please."

Dane was walking with his back turned, but he could tell without having to look. That Greyson was following behind him with a bright smile.

What a funny guy, really.

Dane thought as he shook his head, but his expression remained softly relaxed.

* * *

"Boobs, Boobs. Boobs, Boobs."

Greyson hummed a song with a grin. Since coming to work, no, perhaps even in the car on the way to work, he had been in this state continuously.

"Booooobs."

Greyson pressed the chainsaw button, making a "whirr" sound to match the beat, and giggled, "Heheheh." The staff watching him looked at each other in bewilderment.

"What's wrong with him, is he crazy?"

"And what's with his face? Who hit him?"

"Who would hit that guy, they wouldn't be alive now if they did."

"It's strange that he seems to be in a good mood despite being hit so badly. Something must be wrong."

"They say when pheromones accumulate, something happens to the head, especially for extreme Alphas."

"Then what should we do? Won't something serious happen if we leave him in that state?"

"Could it be that he likes being hit or something?"

"That would be fortunate, but if he's really gone strange because his pheromones have accumulated, we need to come up with a plan, quickly."

They were genuinely concerned about Greyson. Since saving DeAndre, Greyson Miller had become a complete colleague. His concerns were their concerns, and if Greyson Miller had health problems, that too was an issue they had to solve together.

"They say drugs don't work on extreme Alphas. How can we solve this?"

"To extract pheromones, you need to have sex, right?"

"Then what do we do? S-surely not..."

At the pale face of the man who couldn't continue his words, the other men also turned pale. In an atmosphere where everyone was just watching each other's reactions and not knowing what to do, suddenly one person stepped forward.

"I'll do it."

"What?"

"DeAndre?"

Everyone was dumbfounded at the unexpected volunteer. The guy who had been most hostile to Miller until now was volunteering for this?

"Well, Miller did save your life."

As one person nodded and spoke, other guys soon understood as well.

"Right, compared to a life, a butt is nothing."

"Then, that's too cheap. That's really getting off lightly."

"This is a noble sacrifice for a colleague. Admirable."

"DeAndre, you bastard! I knew this day would come! I knew this would happen from the moment you were particularly prickly toward Miller!"

DeAndre looked at the last guy, who was shouting as if moved, with a frowning face. What is that bastard saying? Is he babbling that he knew from the beginning that I would offer my butt to Miller?

For a moment, he felt angry, but arguing with him was a problem for later. DeAndre decided to focus on repaying Greyson for now. He clenched his fist, steeled his resolve, and walked briskly toward Greyson. Behind him, his colleagues were focusing their attention, sending silent support.

"Miller."

Greyson, who was humming a song and pressing the chainsaw button to make "woom, woom" sounds as if matching the beat, glanced over. His sparkling, shining eyes immediately turned dull when they spotted DeAndre. After a moment of silence, Greyson soon turned his head again and began singing as if nothing had happened. At the sight of him repeating what he had been doing until just now, as if he had completely emptied DeAndre from his mind, DeAndre felt a surge of anger again.

But he couldn't get angry now. After all, wasn't he a lifesaver? Time had passed without properly expressing gratitude last time. He couldn't miss this opportunity.

"Ahem."

DeAndre cleared his throat again. Greyson didn't even pretend to hear. Looking down at him, who continued to sing and just polish his equipment, DeAndre opened his mouth.

"Hey, Miller. I have something to say."

Though he squeezed out the courage to speak, Greyson still showed no interest at all. At his lack of response, DeAndre scratched the back of his head as if searching for words, hesitated, and then took a deep breath. Ah, whatever.

"I'm sorry."

At the sudden apology, the guys watching from behind opened their eyes wide in surprise. Only then did Greyson stop singing and raise his head. As their eyes met, DeAndre looked down at the floor and continued his apology with a reddened face.

"I was too harsh all this time. I'm sorry..."

After apologizing again, he inhaled, "hup," and then continued his words rapidly, as if spitting them out.

"Despite how harshly I treated you, you saved my life... I should have apologized earlier, but I missed the timing because you didn't come to work afterward. Thank you so much. You're really an incredibly great person. I even gave money to Dane to hit you, I'm so ashamed. I'm really grateful and sorry."

At those words, Greyson hesitated for a moment. A forgotten memory came back, and soon the puzzle pieces fit together. Completely unaware of him recalling thoughts beneath his expressionless face, DeAndre continued to confess.

"From now on, I'll cooperate as much as possible with whatever you do. If there's anything you need me for, just tell me... Thank you so much for saving my life."

After expressing his gratitude loudly, he finally raised his head as if relieved. DeAndre's face was filled with a determination never seen before.

"So, I think now is the opportunity for me to repay you."

It wasn't a bad idea. Greyson slowly curled up the corners of his mouth. Coincidentally, he had a chainsaw in his hand. It was an excellent tool for getting rid of an annoying presence.

But there was a problem. The fact that this man hadn't hit him himself. Paying money to instigate violence probably wouldn't be a valid reason. As he was stroking the chainsaw with a regretful heart, suddenly DeAndre turned around. And to Greyson's puzzled face, he thrust his buttocks.

"Here, use it now! Use my butt to extract your pheromones!"

With that, Greyson stopped moving. A chilly silence descended. Everyone held their breath, waiting for Greyson's reaction. DeAndre was also tense, waiting for what would come next.

"...Ugh."

"Mi-Miller?"

"Miller, are you okay? Hey, bring some water!"

"Miller, snap out of it! Miller!"

At the sudden vomiting, the watching colleagues rushed over in panic. DeAndre also turned pale, but it was a very fortunate thing for him. If nausea hadn't risen at that moment, Greyson would have swung the chainsaw directly at him.

* * *

"Puhahahahahahaha."

After hearing the whole story at home, Dane, surprisingly, burst into loud laughter. Even though it was the first time seeing him roar with laughter like this, Greyson couldn't laugh along.

"Now I understand how you felt when you almost threw up."

"Kukukuk, kukukuk... Puhahahahaha."

Greyson spoke dejectedly, but Dane couldn't stop laughing. At the sight of him, Greyson felt a surge of anger but soon became sullen.

"But I'm not as disgusting as DeAndre, right?"