Chapter 127

Greyson looked at Dane with an aggrieved expression, covering his cheek with one hand. At the silent protest, Dane indifferently put bacon in his mouth. Seeing Greyson's reddened, swollen cheek, he momentarily felt guilty, wondering if he had hit him too hard, but soon dismissed such feelings. Looking at his own ruined breasts on both sides, he had paid the price sufficiently. No, rather too much. Wouldn't it be insufficient even if he punched both cheeks? Dane, who had momentarily thought this, soon thought bitterly.

I won't be able to change clothes in the locker room for a while...

As he frowned and put the last piece of bread in his mouth and chewed, Greyson, who had seemed to be thinking deeply until then, opened his mouth.

"Um, Dane."

At the hesitant words, Dane looked at him sideways while drinking juice. Greyson swallowed with an audible gulp and asked with a pale face.

"Did I... perhaps... to you..."

"I pounced on you."

Dane answered expressionlessly and put down the empty cup. Greyson, who had asked while swallowing dry saliva and squeezing out the words, momentarily looked blank. Seeing that reaction, Dane repeatedly and clearly told him.

"I said I pounced on you, you were out of your mind because of the rut."

Dane made a "tsk" sound as if it was bothersome and cleared the dishes. Greyson, who had shown no reaction until then, finally opened his mouth.

"...Oh."

The corners of his mouth, which had let out a short word, loosened. Dane finally looked down blankly at the smiling Greyson.

To think he could be so happy to hear that he was the one who got done.

When he inwardly felt complicated, Greyson suddenly asked.

"Um, the chest... did I do that?"

Dane delayed his answer for a moment and looked down at him. What is this guy feeling now? Guilt? Regret? Or...

Just as he thought that far, Greyson asked with a flushed face and sparkling eyes.

"Your breasts have gotten bigger, Dane. How about trying the brassiere I bought you on this occasion?"

Dane silently showed his fist. Fortunately, thanks to his excellent survival instinct, Greyson closed his mouth.

As expected, what could I expect from this bastard?

Dane, suppressing the urge to beat Greyson up, pointed to his plate with a chin gesture.

"What are you doing, eat quickly."

Greyson reluctantly picked up the fork but couldn't readily bring it to his mouth. At his behavior of just looking continuously, Dane took drastic measures.

"...Gasp."

Greyson inhaled in shock. Dane had snatched the bread and put it straight into his mouth. As the bread that had neatly occupied one side of the plate instantly disappeared into Dane's mouth, Greyson couldn't hide his shock. To him, who was looking at Dane with a pale face, Dane said while chewing the bread.

"This is what happens if you don't eat quickly."

Greyson wanted to protest, but there was no time. Just as he was about to open his mouth and speak, this time Dane picked up the bacon with his hand and tossed it into his mouth. In the end, Greyson hurriedly lifted his plate to protect the remaining egg. After confirming that he had started eating the fried egg, Dane turned around and pushed the dishes into the dishwasher and closed the door.

Now, next.

Due to being caught up in Greyson's rut, he had unavoidably used up two days of vacation. Because of that, the chief was full of thoughts about working him hard. Thinking about the busy work ahead, he automatically sighed.

It can't be helped.

He soon dismissed the thought. Dane Striker was not the type to dwell on unavoidable situations. More immediately, the lunch box was the issue. Dane, who opened the refrigerator and examined the ingredients inside, discovered high-quality sausages.

Should I make hot dogs...

Just as he unconsciously reached out, he hesitated. Suddenly, his chest and nipples throbbed simultaneously. Having recalled an unpleasant memory, he turned his eyes away from the sausage and looked for other ingredients. Soon, vegetables and meat caught his eye. What kind of lunch could he make with these? Sandwiches, hamburgers...

...

"Damn it."

Dane roughly wiped his face with one hand. Because of his nipples and chest that invariably stung whenever he was about to forget, he just couldn't forget. He immediately turned his head toward the root cause of all these incidents. Greyson, who had been endlessly staring at the empty plate as if he were somehow regretful, felt the gaze and raised his head, then hesitated. Dane immediately opened his mouth.

"You."

"Uh, yes."

Greyson answered immediately. To him, who somehow seemed nervous, Dane warned in a stern voice.

"Until this heals, you're forbidden to approach."

"Uh..."

Greyson immediately became dejected. But it was all for nothing. It must be another expression he had fabricated. Dane thought so as he took out the chicken breast. After seasoning it with salt and pepper and putting it in the oven, he took out crackers from the cupboard and put them down, when suddenly he felt an impure gaze.

"What?"

When he turned around, Greyson, who had quickly regained his spirits, asked.

"Then, is it okay after it heals?"

Dane just frowned. Greyson, while thinking "surely not," still didn't withdraw his expectant gaze and waited for an answer. At the sparkling eyes directed at him, Dane sighed, looking into the distance. And he answered as if he had given up.

"Do as you please."

"Dane, I love you!"

Greyson shouted with emotion. Overflowing love poured out like a waterfall, but Dane's reaction was indifferent.

"Yeah, thanks."

He said casually and began preparing the lunch box again. Dane never says he loves him back. But it doesn't matter. Greyson truly thought so. Just the fact that Dane was sharing a space with him and having a conversation was enough.

Yes, how grateful this is in itself.

Dane was greeting Greyson and responding to his words. Plus, he had even given permission to touch his chest. This, this feeling is precisely.

"I'm feeling happiness."

Greyson said in an emotional voice. This is happiness. This is love. What Greyson had been longing for so much was now vividly alive and moving. Dane glanced back and then turned his head again. But Greyson clearly saw him wearing a faint smile at the corners of his mouth.

...Huh?

For a moment, Greyson hesitated. What is that? What kind of reaction is it?

He was proficient at reading people's moods and thoughts. He had never been wrong, and his predictions had always been accurate. So this time should be the same.

What does that smile mean?

If it hadn't been Dane, Greyson would have given only one answer. That man loves me.

But the person was Dane Striker. The man who would absolutely never love Greyson, even if he were the last person left in the world.

Thinking that, his excited heart gradually calmed down. What a ridiculous delusion I'm having. Mocking himself, Greyson changed his mind. This was not the time to be caught in such a foolish delusion. Didn't he have something to say to Dane?

"Dane, what do you want?"

"What?"

At Greyson's bright voice, Dane turned his head. With his eyes directed at Greyson while his hands casually put lunch items into a ziplock bag, Greyson said to him.

"You spent my rut with me. So I want to repay you. What do you want? A gift for Darling is fine too. I'll repay you with whatever you want."

Greyson added a bright smile. This was only natural. Reflecting on the things Dane had done for him, his chest felt tight. He spent the rut with me and extracted my pheromones, made breakfast, and even said I could touch his chest again next time despite it being in that state. That stubborn individualist Dane Striker...!

"Why?"

At the sudden word, Greyson returned to reality.

"Huh?"

Unexpectedly, he felt as if cold water had been poured over him. Dane was staring at him with a frowning face. To him, who was at a loss for words, Dane repeated the question again.

"I'm asking why you're giving a gift, suddenly. There's no reason."

Greyson was flustered and just looked at his face.