He’d probably figured it out back at the academy, when he’d pinned Yueul down.
That’s why, whenever the weasel got close, Wooheon’s rational mind would just short-circuit.
This was it.
This was the answer.
And yet, he still wore a face like he’d swallowed a lemon.
No wonder.
He’d never even heard of anything like this, and thinking about reproduction between species had never once crossed his mind.
But he forced the thought away.
The world was full of inexplicable things, and this was just one of them.
He wasn’t trying to breed or anything.
His body just knew that Yueul was the perfect fit—and reacted accordingly.
“Not that I was expecting to feel anything toward another black mamba....”
But Yueul, out of everyone?
He was just a dumb weasel.
Somehow, that stung.
He’d lived his whole life in control, and now he felt like he was being devoured by his primal instincts, his instincts as a wild animal.
