In the oak forest, on a large ancient tree.
Colton lay face down on Damian's body, letting Damian apply the mugwort leaves to his back and massage him. Both of them remained silent; the space was so quiet that they could clearly hear every insect's chirp.
A long while later, Colton slightly raised his body, looking deeply into Damian's face. His hand gently caressed the beastman's face, as if wanting to engrave it into his mind. Damian grabbed his wandering hand, using his large hand to cover the Sub-Beast's small hand, and gently planted a kiss on it.
Colton's heart seemed to tighten.
If I've already decided not to mate with him, then it's better to be decisive.
Colton took a deep breath, softly saying:
"Damian, we have to leave in two days..."
Damian was slightly stunned. Although he knew this day would come, he still felt reluctant. He pressed the Sub-Beast's small hand against his cheek, nuzzling it a few times:
