HEO 128

Excellent, the first round of weeding is complete. All that remains is the bundle of weeds clutched in my arms.

“Want to try some wine? Not cheap beer, but the local specialty wine of this place.”

Wolf poured the wine into a glass and handed it to Silver.

“Wine is the only way to go after cheese. It washes away the salty taste and grease lingering on the tip of the tongue. If you take a sip of wine and then eat the cheese, a fresh aroma, like freshly baked bread, swirls in your mouth. Here, have a glass.”

Once again, Silver took the wine glass as if possessed. He drained the glass in one go, and before he could even set the empty glass down, he popped a piece of cheese into his mouth and savored it slowly with his eyes closed. His expression was almost pious, like a saint in a temple mural.

Now.

Wolf’s hand slid in like a snake. He swiftly snatched the bundle of hallucination herbs from Silver’s arms and slotted a fluffy pillow into the empty space at the exact same angle. Even to Wolf’s own eyes, it was sleight of hand that would have earned a standing ovation from pickpockets.

“Ah, the room is hot. I should ventilate it.”

Wolf said nonchalantly, hiding the bundle of hallucination herbs under the hem of his robe as he stood up. Silver seemed completely immersed in the taste of the cheese, seemingly oblivious to his words. Without hesitation, Wolf flung the window wide open and threw the bundle of hallucination herbs far away. Second round of weeding complete!

The sea breeze rushed in from the harbor, pushing away the smoke of the hallucination herbs. Wolf took a deep breath of the cold air and dusted off his hands. Thirst finally hit him.

“Now, shall I quench my own thirst?”

Wolf sat on the edge of the bed, lifted the wine bottle, and took a sip. Silver’s eyes snapped open, and he shouted.

“What the—! Who told you to put your mouth on someone else’s drink!”

“I brought this. And you’ve had plenty.”

“When did I!”

“Just now. A can of beer wasn’t enough, so you had several glasses of wine too.”

“I never—!”

Unable to finish his sentence, Silver’s eyes drifted shut and he flopped back down. A thunderous snore soon echoed through the room. Wolf set the wine bottle down and looked down at Silver.

“Honestly, what a troublemaking hedgehog.”

The blanket was crumpled in a mess at Silver’s feet. Just as Wolf lifted the blanket to cover Silver’s body, he froze, like a thief sensing a presence behind him.

This is…?

The strength left his hand, and he dropped the blanket. It wasn’t a mistake. [Read on Read BL Novels]-->The scent of irises—and a quite potent one at that—suddenly surged into Wolf’s body. The source was not the open window, but Silver’s physical body.

Wolf swallowed hard. What is this?

Silver’s Rut was over. There was absolutely no doubt that it had ended. So why all of a sudden?

His head was already spinning. Wolf took one step, then another, hesitatingly backing away into the hallway. He closed the door and spoke in a low voice that was barely audible.

“Hey.”

〔Yes.〕

Byeoruki’s voice was flat as usual.

“Silver is emitting pheromones.”

〔A normal physiological phenomenon accompanying the Rut.〕

“…We already did that.”

〔A single act of intercourse does not terminate the Rut. The average duration is four days. There are numerous confirmed cases where it lasted for seven days depending on the individual.〕

Calculations immediately ran through Wolf’s head. It had been exactly two days since he spent the n[unauthorized [Read on Read BL Novels]copy]ight with Silver. If so…

〔It is presumed that the current pheromone release is a reactivation of Rut symptoms that had been temporarily alleviated.〕

〔Once the Rut ends, these symptoms will automatically vanish.〕

The back of Wolf’s neck turned cold, then hot, then cold again. He opened the door slightly and peeked through the gap. Silver was fast asleep, his cheeks flushed red. He was spreading the scent of irises everywhere, like an overturned flower cart.

In that short interval, the concentration of the scent grew even stronger. Wolf closed his eyes tight and wiped his face with one hand.

“What do I do about this? I mean, a way to handle this while avoiding the risk of pregnancy.”

〔A spruce tree can resolve the symptoms just as well with any ordinary male individual.〕

“You don’t mean…”

〔Simply introduce an arbitrary male individual and leave the two of them alone. There are 26 available male individuals on the floor below. There is no problem with supply.〕

Wolf doubted his own ears. That evil spirit bastard… what did he just say?

Supply?

The men Byeoruki suggested he ‘supply’ were currently on the floor below, dancing while stepping barefoot on broken glass, spinning around while clutching each other’s empty sleeves, and ejecting bodily fluids at black mops. He wanted him to pick any of [unauthorized copy]copy" style="display:none;" aria-label="unauthorized copy">unauthorized copyaria-label="visit our site">visit our sitethose filthy bastards and throw them at Silver? He wanted him to act as a pimp?

“Why don’t you just tell me to collect a fee at the door, you fucking piece of shit.”

〔The logical basis for the protest is insufficient.〕

〔I have merely proposed the most efficient processing method to resolve the Rut symptoms of a Type 2 Mutant in the shortest amount of time.〕

“You, fuck—”

Wolf barely managed to cut off the curse. He had to steady his breathing for a while before he could speak again.

“Silver is asleep. He’s wasted. So…”

〔It is expected that consciousness will soon be recovered.〕

〔A state of intoxication does not increase the possibility of control. Rather, it increases the probability that he will directly search for a male individual while his ability to judge reality is impaired.〕

He couldn’t take it anymore. Without realizing it, Wolf’s hand moved toward his belt pouch. He pulled out the rusted ring and shoved it onto his pinky finger. Byeoruki’s voice cut off abruptly. Only the screams, laughter, and the sound of something breaking drifting up from the floor below remained.

Wolf kept his gaze fixed on the gap in the door, clenching and unclenching his fists. Silver remained motionless with his eyes closed. The iris scent grew thicker, but no, it would be fine. Just look at how much that hedgehog had drunk. When a person is drunk to the top of their head, they can’t even twitch a fingertip. They sleep as if dead and barely wake up when the stinging morning sunlight pricks their cheeks.

So, it will pass smoothly. Silver will wander through dreamland knowing nothing, and as time passes, the iris scent will gradually fade. By morning, [Read on Read BL Novels[unauthorized copy]aria-label="unauthorized copy">unauthorized copyft:-9999px;">]it will disappear cleanly, like a boot swept away by the ebbing tide.

However, even after waiting a long time, the scent did not fade; instead, it only grew stronger. To the point where it felt as if irises were blooming wide open inside his lungs. Suddenly, Silver exhaled and tossed and turned. Wolf’s heart sank. Did he wake up?

That wasn’t it. Silver was still asleep. However, he rubbed his flushed cheeks against the pillow and fumbled the bed with his hand as if searching for something. Wolf hurriedly looked away. He wanted to believe it was a meaningless movement. He wanted to dismiss it as just the typical tossing and turning of a sleeping person.

Please, Silver. Please don’t wake up.

In this situation, there was only one way to resolve Silver’s desire while abandoning the ‘supply’ option. Wolf would have to handle it himself. However, this carried an extremely dangerous price. Therefore, he must not crumble here. He must not approach Silver. The moment he crossed that threshold, the gatekeeper protecting Silver would vanish, and only a lethal blade would remain.

But… however…

That scent…

With every breath, the iris scent rushing into his body ruthlessly melted away the forbidden lines in his mind, one by one. The fingertips gripping the doorknob trembled slightly. Finally, as if possessed, Wolf opened the door and stepped inside.

As he approached the bed, the scent became destructively strong. Wolf sat on the edge of the bed and stared blankly down at Silver. A terrible smell of alcohol wafted over, so strong that it seemed he wouldn’t even open his eyes even if cold water were poured over him. The smell of alcohol was emanating even from his skin. Among the countless drunks Wolf had seen, no one who was this intoxicated had ever woken up within seven or eight hours.

Wolf closed his eyes tight and then opened them. Along with a sense of relief, he felt a sense of emptiness.

See, Silver is unconscious. At this rate, it’ll be lucky if he even opens his eyes tomorrow afternoon.

Leave this room now. Just guard the doorway until Silver stretches and wakes up.

It was the moment he stood up abruptly. Suddenly, Silver’s eyelids slowly lifted, revealing pale blue eyes that seemed to hold the light of dawn. Wolf froze like a taxidermy specimen, looking down at Silver. The gaze, which had been wandering aimlessly without focus, landed here. That gaze traveled up the bridge of Wolf’s nose, passed his strong jawline, and sank further down, to a lower and more secret place.

In the next moment, Wolf gasped. Without any warning, Silver’s hand suddenly pushed into the hem of his robe and fumbled between his legs. The genitals, which he had pressed against his left thigh, were quickly caught in Silver’s grip.

“Si… Sil… Silver.”

A voice close to a moan escaped his lips. Just by being gripped by Silver’s hand, his member reacted immediately. The cock, which had been limp just a moment ago, stiffened, and a thick outline bulged against the inside of his left thigh.