199: Side story 3 "Don't act like a puppy, it's confusing." Even as he said this while breathing heavily, Dane was smiling. Then Greyson lifted his body as if he had been waiting and kissed his lips. In this situation, Dane couldn't push him away. He didn't particularly want to push him away either. Dane thought he didn't want to see this spoiled puppy disappointed by refusing the kiss. It would have been unimaginable before. "I love you, Dane." Greyson, who had lightly sucked his upper lip and released it, whispered. "And I'm sorry for hurting you." "It's fine. I wanted it, so you don't need to apologize." At the repeated apology, Dane answered indifferently. Then he chuckled and added. "I'm never going to have sex on medication again for the rest of my life." The aftereffects were tremendous. Enough to completely clear his head. No matter how dissolutely Dane had lived, he had never taken drugs before, so he didn't know it would be this bad. I must never do this again in the future. Dane, who had made this resolution to himself, suddenly frowned at a thought that came to mind. Come to think of it. "What's wrong?" Greyson, who immediately noticed something was off, asked. Dane answered after a short sigh. "Since my discharge is delayed, I won't be able to see Darling for that much longer. Darling will be anxious." "I'm here!" Without giving him a chance to say more, Greyson shouted. When Dane stopped and looked at him, he excitedly continued. "Leave it to me, I'll take good care of her. Darling likes me a lot too." "Well…" Dane muttered with a half-believing expression. But there was no other option. He couldn't bring a cat to the hospital. After thinking for a moment, Dane suddenly looked at Greyson and remembered something. "You, give me your jacket." "Huh? Oh." Though puzzled, he obediently took off his jacket and handed it over. Dane held it and closed his eyes for a moment. Seeing him pour pheromones onto his jacket, Greyson's eyes widened. "Here." Returning the jacket thoroughly soaked with pheromones, Dane said. "If you give this to her, Darling will feel at ease too. Put it near the cushion or cat tower where Darling plays well." "…Yeah." Greyson took it in a daze. At his appearance looking down at the jacket silently, Dane asked. "What, was it a jacket you treasured?" Should I have asked first? he thought belatedly, but Greyson shook his head. "No, it's not that… No, nothing." His grinning face looked somewhat sinister. It must be his imagination, Dane thought. That smiling face is always the same. He was too tired to examine it deeply. He ignored the suspicion that had briefly raised its head and quickly fell asleep. However, the ominous premonition he had dismissed as simple became reality the next day. Greyson appeared in the hospital room carrying an enormously large bathrobe. "…What's this?" Dane glanced down at the bathrobe that had been placed on his chest while lying down. It was so large it covered Dane's entire body and more. There was no doubt it was Greyson's. "Why did you bring this?" At Dane's question, Greyson answered brightly. "To give to Darling." Seeing him wait as if telling him to hurry up and spray pheromones on it was astounding. To dare make excuses about the cat while doing something with such obvious ulterior motives. "You gave that jacket to Darling yesterday, right?" At the voice full of suspicion, Greyson became serious and immediately took something out of a large shopping bag. It was exactly the jacket Dane had thoroughly soaked with pheromones the day before. Greyson silently pointed at the jacket with his finger. Everywhere his finger touched, white cat fur could be seen stuck to it. "See?" Greyson said triumphantly and carelessly stuffed it into the shopping bag. As if he didn't care whether it got wrinkled or not. Why did he bring that in the first place? Did he anticipate that Dane would suspect him? Thinking about it that way, he somehow felt sorry. It was Dane's fault for suspecting Greyson without reason. "…I'm sorry." When Dane honestly apologized, Greyson declared triumphantly. "I just wanted to give Darling something more fluffy and soft for comfort." "Right, I'm sorry." Dane apologized again. Only then did Greyson point to the bathrobe as if satisfied. "Now, soak it thoroughly." At his bold request, Dane readily poured out pheromones and returned it. Only after Greyson had thoroughly covered every corner of the huge bathrobe with Dane's scent did he seem satisfied and carefully put it away. Up to that point was fine. The next day, and the day after that, Greyson continued to bring new items and present them to Dane. Seeing him carefully take away pillows, cushions, and even bed sheets after soaking them with Dane's pheromones, suspicion naturally arose. What is that bastard plotting? The moment he saw an enormous seal plushie that seemed to be half Greyson's size, Dane was certain. There was something going on. What was he planning to do with all this? Even if he asked, the answer was obvious. "It's for Darling." Ridiculous. Dane inwardly snorted. In his mind, all the crazy things Greyson had shown him so far unfolded like a panorama. Among them, the most terrible was naturally the memory of running naked down the corridor. Recalling that incident, Dane couldn't just lie there quietly anymore. "Greyson." "Yeah?" When his name was called, Greyson, who had been excitedly holding the seal, turned to look at him. Dane smiled and continued. "Come here." Greyson carefully placed the doll on the sofa and came back to him as instructed. Dane gestured for Greyson to lean down, then skillfully pulled him to his lips. When they kissed with a cute smacking sound, Greyson grinned broadly. Soon their lips overlapped, and the two shared kisses playfully but sensually, mixing tongues and saliva. When the atmosphere had ripened somewhat, Dane raised his hand to stroke Greyson's hair and whispered. "Greyson." "Yeah." The kiss quickly moved to his neck. Dane let the mischievous lips that were stealthily moving toward their obvious target destination have their way. He even deliberately unbuttoned his hospital gown. Dane, who had been waiting for the lips excitedly rushing toward Venus, suddenly spoke up just as Greyson opened his mouth with an "ah" and took a big bite of his chest. "What are you planning to use that for?" At the low voice that slipped out slyly, Greyson didn't answer immediately. Dane silently watched him joyfully sucking his chest with slurping sounds, then suddenly grabbed his hair. "Kugh." "Hey." Greyson was forced to separate, and Dane asked through gritted teeth. "I'm asking what you're going to use that for." Greyson was about to say Darling. But the moment his lips formed a D, Dane's eyes rose fiercely. Meeting that murderous gaze, Greyson shut his mouth tight and rolled his eyes away. A silent indication that he wouldn't speak. This bastard, should I just spray pheromones? Dane thought as he felt blood vessels rising at his temples. It would be very easy. To subdue Greyson with pheromones and make him spill the secrets hidden inside. But if he did that, Greyson would surely resent Dane when his consciousness returned later. Thinking that far, he couldn't easily release pheromones. It wasn't the first time he'd used underhanded methods to extract secrets. Rather, he'd never felt guilt about it before, but now he was hesitating like this. In the end, he let go of Greyson's hair that he had been gripping.