Honey Trap

"Do you know who I am?" “…….” "I heard that he was begging to let him use his body to write a piece." Yunwoo swallowed hard. The man, Ihangyeol, who had bowed his head deeply, had a slightly reddened nape that kept catching his eye. His mind was filled with the base desire to overpower him and indulge to his heart's content. The rut symptoms had reached their limit, and his head was throbbing. "So, instead of keeping your mouth shut..." I took another step closer to him. The faint scent I had caught earlier mixed with his skin's scent. It was a sweet fragrance that made me dizzy. No more, this is my limit.