Chapter 130

Dane, who had been bringing a half-drunk beer can to his mouth, hesitated. It seemed he had quite taken to heart the reaction Greyson had shown last time. However, he couldn't lie. So Dane just drank his beer without saying anything. Seeing that reaction, Greyson lowered his eyes. He looked genuinely dejected. Dane, who had been quietly watching his face, opened his mouth.

"Are you feeling hurt, or are you feeling sad?"

Greyson blinked. Dane waited without rushing him for whatever answer he would give. After looking at Dane for a moment, Greyson pulled up the corners of his mouth and smiled.

As expected, he doesn't know.

Dane concluded. Of course. That man wouldn't be able to distinguish the difference. No, he couldn't even tell if he was actually feeling something. He was just creating expressions according to his ingrained habits.

After thinking for a while, Dane turned his head. Outside the window of the snack room where they sat facing each other, a bright sky stretched out. Since it was daylight saving time, even though they had come home after work, the sun was still blazing.

Dane put down the empty beer can on the table and directed his gaze to Greyson. His eyes narrowed slightly. Dane, who slowly raised the corners of his mouth, asked subtly in a low voice.

"Have you ever taken a dick?"

Greyson remained frozen with his mouth corners raised, only blinking twice. ...What did I just hear?

"What?"

To him, who had only uttered one word, Dane smiled mysteriously as if he had expected it. Just as Greyson felt a somehow chilling sensation, Dane got up and said.

"Get up, let's go out."

"Where?"

To Greyson, who asked in puzzlement, Dane answered simply.

"You drive."

At the unexpected words, he frowned, but Dane seemed to have no intention of saying more and turned around, leaving the snack room. In the end, Greyson couldn't ask more and followed him outside. Suddenly, he heard some sound. Realizing that Dane, who was walking ahead, was whistling, Greyson was so surprised that his eyes went wide.

* * *

Something's up.

Even while holding the steering wheel, Greyson glanced at Dane sitting in the passenger seat. Dane was lying back with the seat reclined, his hands clasped behind his head. He looked as if he were asleep with his eyes comfortably closed, but Greyson knew all too well that he wasn't sleeping.

While driving along the route Dane had personally input into the car's navigation, Greyson kept getting anxious. Eventually, he couldn't stand it and carefully broached the subject.

"We're not going to sleep with someone, are we?"

Though he asked lightly, hiding his true feelings, Dane answered casually.

"Who knows? We'll have to see when we get there."

This time, he turned his head completely to look at his face. To Dane, who was still keeping his eyes closed and playing innocent, Greyson asked with a smile. Of course, without softening his eyes at all.

"You don't think I'll just stand there and watch, do you?"

Then Dane twisted his lips and chuckled. The moment Greyson hesitated, he said as if annoyed.

"Who cares."

For a moment, Greyson wanted to just crash his supercar into a wall. However, just as he was about to turn the wheel, suddenly a mechanical voice echoed.

[Proceeding straight ahead. Switched to autonomous driving.]

Infuriatingly, the car took the steering wheel away from Greyson. Greyson was dumbfounded, but Dane just giggled with his eyes closed.

In the end, he was forced to accompany Dane on the way to find his sex partner, regardless of his own will.

* * *

"This is unfair."

As soon as he got out of the car, Greyson burst out with complaints. Dane, who had closed the passenger door, looked at him indifferently with half-open eyes. His attitude only fueled Greyson's anger more.

"We agreed not to do this kind of thing for a while, didn't we? So what is this? You really have no integrity. How can you drag the person you're dating to go cheat? Hey, can't you hear me? Where are you going! Hey! Dane Striker!"

At the sight of his back walking leisurely toward the shopping area while scratching one ear hole with his pinky finger, Greyson finally exploded.

"Faithless and promiscuous bastard. Dog in heat. Sex addict. Worn-out dick..."

"Welcome!"

A loud voice cut through Greyson's endless stream of curses and profanity. Greyson, who had been following only the back of Dane's head into the store, belatedly hesitated and turned his head. The owner standing at the register near the store entrance greeted Dane, who had entered first, with vivacious enthusiasm.

"My goodness, who is this? Welcome, Dane. How long has it been! Have you been well? Why haven't you come all this time? You didn't switch to another store, did you? Huh?"

At the owner's noticeably clingy behavior, Dane smiled broadly. Though Greyson's face turned menacing for a moment, he paid no attention and continued speaking.

"No way, I've just been a bit busy. Have you been well? You're still pretty..."

"Oh my, now you're even saying sweet things."

The owner lightly scolded Dane, but seemed to be in a good mood. Of course, Greyson, who was watching this scene, was completely twisted inside.

What? Pretty? That bastard says that to just anyone?

He had called Greyson "pretty one" and flirted with him extensively, but now it turned out he said that to just anyone. That fact alone was shocking, but amazingly, Dane even smiled and joked with the owner. It was unbelievable that Dane, who was absolutely not sociable by nature and was rather full of complaints and blunt about everything, would say and do such things.

Could his target be that man?

Greyson's head suddenly cooled. It was certain. Otherwise, there would be no reason to come all the way here and spout such nauseating words.

With me standing right in front of him.

Greyson's eyes turned golden with anger. Right then, the owner, who had been smiling at Dane, hesitated.

"Oh my, what's this smell? It's a scent I've never smelled before... Did you put on perfume?"

The owner suddenly started sniffing and brought his nose close to Dane's body. Of course, it was the pheromone scent that Greyson had released. But to use such an obviously transparent method, how disgusting!

"That's..."

Just as he was about to say "my pheromones," Dane smiled and said.

"No way, I don't wear perfume or anything like that. Look, right?"

He deliberately opened his jacket and bent his upper body. It seemed like he was trying to make it easier to smell, but to Greyson's eyes, it just looked like the two were flirting. Of course, that was actually Dane's intention. The owner, who had inhaled close enough for his nose to almost touch Dane's chest, blushed and looked up at him.

"Mmm, really not. How strange."

"Right?"

Dane smiled gently and then pointed to the window next to the register.

"If it bothers you, how about opening it for ventilation?"

"Should I?"

Only then did the owner reluctantly separate from Dane and head to the window. Watching him pull up the blind covering the window, Dane finally turned toward the inside of the store. Naturally picking up one of the baskets placed beside the register, he glanced back. To Greyson, who had been glaring at him with frightening eyes until then, he said nonchalantly.

"What are you doing? You pick something too."

What is this bastard talking about?

Greyson was so dumbfounded that he frowned even more. But Dane just looked around the display cases and dropped items one by one into his basket.

What on earth...

Unable to understand what was happening, Greyson walked briskly toward Dane with his face deeply furrowed. Come to think of it, what kind of store was this? He belatedly became curious. He had been too busy following Dane inside to properly look at the sign. Once inside, he had been too distracted by Dane flirting with the owner to have time to look around the store.

He really came to sleep with the owner...

Thinking that, Greyson turned his head and something entered his field of vision. It was Dane picking up an item from the display case and putting it in his basket. Right then, Greyson saw the text and picture written on the box.

Nipple clips.

Greyson stopped moving and just stared intently at the box.