By Zephyria Yumin went to the medical booth with Tae-jun’s help. Fortunately, the diagnosis was that he wasn’t seriously injured. It was a simple treatment, just a sprain spray. Unfortunately, he couldn’t participate in the relay, but instead, he would switch members and events to compete in archery.
“Archery is fine! I can still do it even with my ankle hurting.”
This year, the archery lineup was particularly strong. Six Tigers were last year’s champions, but the Gazelles, hot on their heels, were a formidable threat. Also, the Hawk Beastmen team, known for their exceptional eyesight, was scheduled to compete.
“Yumin! Go Yumin, cheer up!”
“You can do it, right? Fighting!”
Fans chanted Yumin’s name as he returned to the archery set. Yumin wasn’t too worried, as he was confident in his eyesight. However, it had been so hot lately, and that was bothering him.
“Ugh, I’m dying of heat.”
Even though he was wearing a t-shirt, he felt his body temperature rising unusually fast, perhaps because of the shapewear underneath. As Yumin fanned himself, Tae-jun approached him.
“What’s wrong, are you hot?”
“Yeah. Tae-jun, isn’t it really hot here?”
“It’s comfortably cool for me. Maybe it’s because you were running earlier.”
Tae-jun placed his hand on Yumin’s forehead. Yumin’s temperature made Tae-jun flinch.
“Why are you so hot?”
“Oh, really?”
“Yes. You have a fever. Are you sick?”
“No. I’m fine…?”
Yumin didn’t feel sick anywhere in particular. His condition was fine, apart from not being able to regulate his body temperature. Of course, as Tae-jun said, he did have a high fever.
“Are you sure you can compete?”
“I’m fine.”
“Really?”
“Yeah! Just leave it to me.”
Yumin placed an ice pack on the back of his neck to cool down. He also gulped down cold water.
However, after twenty minutes, and then an hour, his fever wouldn’t drop easily.
If anything, he felt hotter than before, making him want to take off his pants.
“Wow, it’s hot. I’m sweating even in shorts. I want to just rip them off and be in my underwear.”
Talking nonsense, Yumin touched his own hot thighs. He was thirsty despite drinking plenty of water. Yumin kept sticking out his tongue to wet his lips.
“Hoo…”
His face was bright red, and sweat streamed down his temples. Worried murmurs about Yumin’s condition spread from the audience.
“Is Yumin hot? His face is so red.”
“Yeah, Yumin’s face looks like it’s going to explode.”
Finally, Yumin started to pant. He gasped as if suffering from heatstroke, wiping the sweat from his forehead. His makeup was on the verge of melting from the sweat.
In a moment, the archery competition will begin. Idols participating, please stand by.
The archery match was scheduled to start soon, but he couldn’t stand in front of the cameras like this. He wanted to go wash his face somewhere. Yumin whispered to Tae-jun, who was sitting next to him.
“Tae-jun, I’m so hot, I’m going to head to the waiting room for a bit.”
“The competition is starting soon, though?”
“It’ll only be a moment. I’ll be right back!”
That was when it happened. Tae-jun’s pupils narrowed vertically. A suspicious aura emanated from him, awakening the animalistic instincts within Tae-jun.
‘This scent… it’s definitely…?’
A faint but unfamiliar scent wafted from Yumin. It was a highly stimulating and captivating body odor. It wasn’t his usual scent, but the distinct aroma of a beastman in Heat Cycle.
‘No way?’
Tae-jun was incredibly perceptive. He guessed that Yumin was currently aroused in a certain way. As proof, his pupils were more dilated than usual, and the tips of his ears were flushed red. Not only was his entire body burning up, but his breath was also hot and ragged.
“Yumin!”
Tae-jun tried to call out to stop Yumin. But Yumin had already hurried towards the exit.
“Haa… What’s wrong with me. I can’t walk.”
As he walked down the corridor outside the competition venue, Yumin swayed. His legs felt weak, and his soles itched. He couldn’t walk more than a few steps without leaning on the wall.
Everyone else was out on the track, so the corridor was empty. There was no one to help Yumin. Meanwhile, his breathing grew more rapid.
“Huk. Huk.”
Yumin clutched his chest, groaning. It seemed the restrictive shapewear was hindering his blood circulation.
“I have to take it off. It’ll get better if I take it off.”
Yumin roughly flung open the waiting room door. His feet tangled, and he stumbled with a clatter.
He knocked over makeup supplies with his elbow, then jumped onto the sofa. He quickly crossed his arms and pulled off his t-shirt. The offending shapewear was soaked with sweat.
“Hic…!”
After barely managing to shed the undergarment, Yumin gasped for breath. But he didn’t calm down even as time passed. This time, his pants bothered him. Yumin instinctively pulled down the waistband. And then he witnessed a surprising sight.
“Huh…? It’s hard.”
Yumin’s penis was fully erect. He pulled out his penis, which had been complaining about being constricted under his underwear.
“Ngh, why is it hard… why…”
Yumin whispered like a sigh as he gripped his own. His reason had long since been paralyzed. He had even forgotten that he was in a waiting room. All he could think about was gripping and stroking his itchy penis.
“Ngh, hic…! Ahh!”
He didn’t know if someone might open the door and walk in at any moment. Despite the situation, Yumin was out of his mind. He leaned back on the sofa and spread his legs wide. He tightly gripped his pink penis with both hands, stroking it up and down.
He squeezed it so hard his penis began to sting. Yet, he couldn’t stop.
“Haa… Tae-jun, Tae-jun.”
He called out Tae-jun’s name. When he closed his eyes, he could naturally imagine him. He was lost in fantasies of Tae-jun caressing him and kissing him passionately.
“Ah… that feels good, Tae-jun. Tae-jun.”
Yumin writhed his hips, thrusting his pelvis. The excitement surged rapidly as he imagined Tae-jun gripping him. His hand movements quickened, and his eyes rolled back.
He felt an orgasm approaching. The fact that he was outside, and even at a scheduled event, vanished from his mind.
Just a little more, just a little more.
His breath hitched. He felt he could reach his climax with just a few more strokes. His heart pounded like crazy, and his hands trembled. Yumin was now panting with his mouth open.
If only these hands were Tae-jun’s, not mine. If they were big, calloused fingers squeezing and stroking my penis.
“Hhng… Tae-jun…”
It was the very moment Yumin called out Tae-jun’s name with a moan. With a bang, the waiting room door burst open.
At first, he couldn’t properly grasp what was happening. He couldn’t understand why Tae-jun was standing before him, looking angry. Thinking he might have done something wrong, Yumin looked around, and his gaze stopped at his bare lower half.
That’s right. So engrossed in masturbation, he had forgotten he was masturbating. He finally realized he was staring blankly at Tae-jun, his lower body completely exposed, his small, well-shaped pink penis standing erect, his mouth agape, his eyes moist, and his cheeks flushed.
“T-Tae-jun!”
“…What the. I was wondering where you went.”
“Th-that’s, there’s a reason for all this!”
“…A reason?”
“Yes. At first glance, you might think I’m doing something strange on my own. I understand. But…”
“Then what is it?”
Tae-jun asked, raising one eyebrow. Yumin desperately wracked his brain but couldn’t come up with a suitable answer. As he was just rolling his eyes, Tae-jun spoke in a low, growling voice.
“What are you?”
“Wh-what?”
Yumin, who was awkwardly pulling up his pants, flinched. Tae-jun didn’t seem angry simply because Yumin had committed an indecent act. Of course, the fact that a fellow group member had lost control of himself at an inappropriate time and place, grabbing and stroking his penis, was shocking and infuriating enough. But Tae-jun’s tone held something more.
And Yumin, with his instincts as a wild beastman, caught that subtle nuance. No matter how unobservant Yumin was, he couldn’t ignore the threatening pheromones Tae-jun was exuding.
“You’re not a tiger, are you?”
At those words, Yumin’s heart sank with a thud. Startled, Yumin froze like ice.
“Th-no. I am a tiger!”
He shouted bravely, but his voice lacked any confidence. Anyone could tell it sounded very suspicious.
“Then what is that?”
Tae-jun pointed at Yumin’s head with his finger. Yumin quickly touched his head and felt something. Something of moderate size, round and elastic.
It was Yumin’s ear. A wildcat’s ear.
“Th-this is…”
“It’s not a fan signing event. Those don’t look like fake ears.”
Yumin sometimes wore cat ear headbands at the request of fans. This was because he was small and cute for a tiger beastman. He had debated refusing out of pride, but he couldn’t bring himself to reject gifts given with such affection, so Yumin always wore the headbands.
However, cat ear headbands were merely crude manufactured goods. They were incomparable to the magnificent ears of the proud wildcat beastman Yumin. And it seemed to be the same for Tae-jun. At a glance, Tae-jun recognized that the pair of ears sprouting from Yumin’s head were real, not fake.
But the problem didn’t end there. Yumin hadn’t realized it, but in his extreme sexual arousal, something fluffy and luscious had popped out from between his buttocks. It was a wildcat’s tail. As Tae-jun glared at him, the tail, now timid, drooped, and as it did, it brushed against the back of Yumin’s thighs with a soft thud.
And both Tae-jun’s and Yumin’s gazes fell upon the tail.
‘I’m ruined. Truly ruined.’
He might be able to pass off the ears, but the tail left no room for excuses. What kind of pervert would insert a tail between their buttocks? Such a thing would never happen, even at a fan signing event.
For a moment, Yumin pondered. What if he said he actually had incredibly secret and perverted sexual tastes, and that’s why he couldn’t resist inserting his tail into his backside during the sports festival break and enjoying himself?
But the thought was dismissed as soon as it arose. It wasn’t just for the pride of a wildcat beastman. Even though Yumin had infiltrated the group, risking his life to get close to Tae-jun, there was a line he had to maintain. There was a limit to human rights, or rather, beastman rights.
“…This is.”
“It was a cat.”
“A c-cat! How dare you!”
Tae-jun said in a cold voice. As Yumin flinched and looked up, he saw sharp fangs protruding from Tae-jun’s lips. Not to mention the predatory gaze one would only see when targeting an enemy’s neck. Yumin involuntarily took a step back.
“Then what is it? How dare a mere cat pretend to be a tiger?”
Tae-jun laughed, incredulous. Though thoroughly frightened, Yumin still had a retort.
“I told you it’s not! Calling me a cat is harsh!”
“Then what is it?”
“…A wildcat. I’m a wildcat.”
“That’s the same thing.”
“I’m sorry. Please spare me this once.”
“Spare you? What for? You must be tired of living?”
Tae-jun smiled coldly. His expressionless face was less terrifying. Tears welled up in Yumin’s eyes.
“Please, I beg you! Don’t tell the others…”
“Forget it, I’m telling the company too. You’re expelled immediately.”
“No!”
He had only just managed to secure a spot next to Tae-jun. If he continued to build rapport and bide his time, he would eventually be able to get on top of Tae-jun. But expulsion? If he was kicked out like this, he’d lose everything. Moreover, if he left the team having thoroughly offended Tae-jun, Yumin would never be able to approach Tae-jun again, no matter what he did. He had to resolve this issue, no matter what.
As soon as Yumin made up his mind, he dropped to his knees. His knees hit the hard floor, and it hurt, but this was no time to be squeamish. Ignoring the throbbing pain, Yumin pleaded in a desperate voice.
“Please, Tae-jun. Think of it as saving one wildcat, no, one person, and spare me.”
“Why should I?”
Ironically, a clip of Tae-jun’s past interview flashed in his mind. When asked about his least favorite personality trait, Tae-jun had curtly replied, “Lies.” At the time, Yumin had thought, ‘As expected, Tae-jun has such an upright personality,’ and moved on. But now that he was on the receiving end, Yumin’s world turned dark.
Yumin sniffled and then looked up. He harbored a faint hope that Tae-jun might show some mercy if he saw his pleading eyes.
“Please…”
Yumin put on the most pitiful and forlorn expression he could muster. His desperation to somehow win over Tae-jun turned into desperation, which in turn produced tears. Soon, a tear trickled down his cheek.
Seeing the sight, Tae-jun flinched. The moment he realized Yumin had lied about his identity, anger surged to the top of his head. It was a rage so strong he couldn’t control it himself. It wasn’t just that a member had deceived him. He felt heated by the thought of betrayal, especially since he had trusted Yumin and held a favorable opinion of him.
Whatever devious purpose he had for infiltrating, how dare he, a mere cat, no, a wildcat, pretend to be a tiger? For Tae-jun, who took immense pride in being a tiger beastman, the apex predator, this was unforgivable.
But something strange happened. The moment Yumin, kneeling on the floor, looked up, Tae-jun’s heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t out of surprise. Yumin’s tear-streaked face shook Tae-jun’s heart.
And that wasn’t all. If it had ended with just his heart pounding, it would have been better, but unfortunately, Tae-jun’s lower body also reacted. He was in a difficult situation due to his suddenly heavy groin.
Tae-jun covered his groin as naturally as possible and spoke. It was stiff and uncomfortable, but he couldn’t let them know he got hard because of Yumin’s crying face. He needed to get out of this situation first.
“…Alright.”
“Huh?”
“Go out for now. I’ll think about it.”
“R-really?”
“Yes.”
“Thank you, thank you! Tae-jun!”
Yumin sprang up like a coiled spring and immediately wrapped his arms around Tae-jun’s neck. As a result, Yumin’s small, slender, yet soft body pressed against Tae-jun’s. Tae-jun felt heat surge through his entire body in an instant.
“What are you doing?”
“Ah, sorry. I was just so happy…”
As Tae-jun pushed Yumin away and questioned him, Yumin smiled shyly. Once again, Tae-jun’s gaze was drawn to Yumin’s face.
“But there’s a condition.”
“What is it?”
Yumin asked back in an anxious voice. His worried, downturned eyebrows stimulated Tae-jun’s sadistic side. The tears that had welled up in his eyes were gone. Tae-jun found this strangely disappointing and licked his lips. He felt an urge to lick and suck the tears from Yumin’s eyes.
“I’ll tell you later.”
“As long as it’s not too difficult, I’ll do anything!”