Chapter 145

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In front of the empty display case, Greyson stood with a flushed face, unlike before. More precisely, at his appearance of being red and blue with barely contained anger, Dane, who was standing behind him, scratched the back of his head and said.

"...It was just lying around there so I gave it."

"Lying around?"

Immediately Greyson glared at Dane sideways. At his menacing momentum, Dane hesitated, and he continued venomously.

"That child would have been quietly breathing here, so how was it lying around? Does he have arms, does he have legs? What do you mean rolling around? Be honest, you kidnapped that child!"

"Hey..."

At the pouring words, Dane was momentarily dazed but soon irritation welled up. This bastard.

"Then why didn't you hide it instead of leaving it somewhere so visible? Anyone would see it as just thrown there."

"I was making a new display case!"

Greyson shouted as if wronged.

"I was going to make a display case here like this. Make a trophy like this and this on top, and place it here like this and this! What do you know!"

What was he going to do all that for just one dog treat can?

Dane was dumbfounded, but talking about such things wouldn't work. So he created a different rationalization point.

"You bought it to give to Alex."

It just went to who it should be given to. But that didn't work either. Greyson shot back without hesitation.

"I already bought the same thing and gave it to Alex. This was mine!"

Ugh, Dane swallowed a groan. There was no way to avoid it anymore. Haa, finally sighing, he pressed his forehead with one hand and said as if resigned.

"Alright, I'll buy you a new one."

"I don't need it."

Unexpectedly, Greyson refused outright. When he looked puzzled, Greyson blinked his bloodshot eyes and ground his teeth.

"That was the first gift you ever gave me. No matter what you give me, it can't be exchanged for that. It was my most precious treasure..."

Dane stopped the hand that had been sweeping his forehead. His eyes also stopped moving and fixed on Greyson's face as he just stood there blankly.

Just a dog treat can...

When his mind went blank, Greyson lamented.

"My Diana."

He had even named that too...

Dane felt deflated, but anyway it was his mistake. Since he had arbitrarily judged and used someone else's belongings, there was no room for excuses.

After staring at Greyson's face for a while, Dane soon gave a bitter smile and offered a solution.

"Want to touch my chest?"

Immediately Greyson contorted his face menacingly.

"Don't think everything can be solved with your chest."

That was probably his sincere feeling. Just like the hand he had reflexively extended.

But Dane didn't miss the opportunity and grabbed that hand, bringing it to his chest. At the sensation of the firm flesh he hadn't been able to touch for so long, Greyson was startled. Yet without removing his hand and staying still, Dane spoke temptingly to him.

"I'll give you another gift, so touch it and calm down. Okay?"

At the gentle smile, Greyson almost fell for it. Naturally kneading Dane's chest, he asked with a frowning face.

"Another gift, what? You're not going to try to make do with Venus again, are you?"

Either take your hands off or speak.

His words and actions were completely opposite. His suspicion seemed so trivial that Dane couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Well, what should I do for you?"

As expected, he has no thoughts.

Greyson thought so, but strangely he wasn't angry. Seeing Dane's smiling face actually made him feel good, which was confusing.

"How about you think about what you want?"

Dane asked. Passing the answer to the problem to the other party was quite an easy solution, but it was very like Dane.

Greyson now used both hands to knead Dane's Venus to his heart's content while going "hmm" and falling into thought. As expected, this texture is the best. I want to put it in my mouth. Should I say I want to suck his nipples? No, wishes should be made carefully. Gift, what would be good for a gift? Ah, I want to bury my face in Venus and rub it all over...

"Greyson."

He who had been standing blankly came to his senses at the call. When he hurriedly blinked and looked down, he saw Dane giving him a bitter smile. Only then did he realize he had been kneading his chest with unfocused eyes. Then he immediately frowned deeply.

"Damn it, I can't concentrate on thinking because of your chest!"

"You can take your hands off."

"That won't do!"

Greyson, who had cursed, immediately rejected Dane's solution and deliberately played with his chest roughly as if being spiteful. Changing the position of his hands to knead from the side, drawing circles with his palms on the large chest, playing creatively, then suddenly spreading his fingers wide to grab as much as possible.

"As expected, it's impossible to make cold calculations with this chest in front of me!"

His voice echoed as desperately as an actor in a Greek tragedy, but in reality, Greyson's tragedy was just the trivial matter of having to think about what to ask for next while touching his chest.

Haaaa, to him who sighed deeply and fell into anguish, Dane said.

"You don't have to say it right now. Think more about it and tell me next time."

"Next time? ...When?"

The latter words flowed out after a brief pause. The air that had been flowing naturally between them suddenly seemed to stop. They stood still and looked at each other. Ah, Dane remembered.

Greyson knew too. That only a week remained.

Dane quietly stared at Greyson's wavering eyes. He was definitely nervous, waiting for Dane's next action. As if expecting him to provide some solution to his secretly hidden anxiety.

The next moment, Dane grabbed Greyson's arm and pulled him close.

"...!"

Surprised, Greyson's eyes went wide. And just like that, their lips met. Without understanding what was happening at all, a tongue pushed into his mouth that had opened in confusion as if it were natural. His eyes naturally relaxed and his thoughts stopped. Greyson closed his eyes and focused on the kiss while kneading Dane's chest with one hand and his buttocks with the other.

"Haa, ha..."

After separating their lips with short breaths in between, this time he pressed their lips together on the opposite side. Unlike before, this time Greyson was the more active one.

It was just a kiss, but his lower body heated up tightly. Greyson soon noticed. That Dane was subtly releasing pheromones toward him. Realizing this, his mind felt tingly.

"Have you ever slept with someone else using pheromones...?"

Greyson asked during the brief moment their lips separated. He knew how petty and narrow-minded it was to throw such questions during sex. How terribly it ruined the atmosphere too. Because of this, he had always thought there was no one more pathetic than a man who asked such questions.

Now he had become that pathetic man himself. Dane would think so too. Even if Dane had slept with countless people like this, what could he do about it...

"No."

Suddenly Dane blurted out. At that moment, Greyson's eyes went wide. Dane laughed seeing his reaction.

"I said no, idiot. Did you forget I was pretending to be a Beta all this time?"

Though I have used pheromones to knock people out.

Dane added inwardly but didn't say it out loud. He couldn't make the puppy happy only to make him dejected again.

As expected, a blush gradually rose on Greyson's face and his eyes sparkled with light.

"Really, really? Am I the first for this?"

"Yeah."

Dane nodded again. He briefly touched his buttocks but as expected, there was no tail. Dane chuckled at his own ridiculous imagination.

"Now, since you know you're the first, express that joy with your body."