Fake Concubine 102

Still keeping his eyes closed, Hae-min gradually released his Chromatic Scent. In the past, containing his Chromatic Scent had been the harder part, but facing a situation like this, he found that emitting it felt far more difficult.

Song Seol took a deep breath. He looked desperate, as if he feared missing even a single strand of Hae-min's Chromatic Scent. While caressing Hae-min's genitals with one hand, he murmured longingly.