I always wondered that about the stampede design too lmfao

Thank youuuu 🙏🙏🙏

What manhwa is this? 👀

Nai has no choice but to put Wolfwood on "heat duty" instead of killing him. His heats become a lot easier when he learns that Wolfwood can fuck him and suck his tits dry at the same time ✨

After Wolfwood does all he can with his hands, it isn't hard to talk him into letting him use his mouth to finish draining the fluid. Nai comes more than he ever has in his life and his heat is gone by the following day - several days earlier than usual.

"You still with me, Boss?" The man has the gall to stop and ask after inserting himself into this mess.

"I'll k-kill you..."

"Kill me? Shit, if you wanted to do that, I woulda been dead at the door."

"...If you stop... I'll kill you..."

"Y'Don't have to tell me twice."

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It's overwhelming. This feels entirely different than when he does it to himself. There's warm tension building in his core, and Nai realizes he's practically melted into Wolfwood's arms, legs beginning to feel like jelly.

The pads of his fingers begin pressing down firmly, begging on the outer part of his pec and pressing inward until they are pinching his nipple. And almost like magic, a gush of fluid comes out - much more than Nai's own attempts.

Wolfwood's hands settle on his bare waist first, then begin traveling higher. Every place they touch sends electricity straight to his core. They carefully ease underneath Nai's frozen grip until he drops his hand away with a huff.

"Like this..." Wolfwood's voice rumbles in his ear.

Then there are hands on him - warm hands. Nai normally hates being touched, but this damned heat seems to have other plans. He lets out a squeak at the contact, and can't help but be grateful that it wasn't something more throaty.

"Ok, well, whatever it is," Wolfwood mutters, continuing to close the distance between them.

Before Nai can make up his mind on anything, Wolfwood is standing behind him, meeting his eye in the reflection of the mirror.

"You can't just wring them out like a rag," Wolfwood says, eyes on Nai's hand - still clamped over one of his pecs. "There are spots where the milk sits - you have to find those and press along them."

"It's- It's /not/ milk!!" Nai chokes out.

He should kill him for his audacity alone. Slice him into little tiny pieces and leave him for Conrad to scrub out of the floors. But something is stopping him.

He's not even sure if he really /needs/ the fluid to be removed. It just seemed like the better option rather then let Bluesummers and the rest of his pervert underlings ogle him more than usual. But now, thanks to his own foolishness, Wolfwood has gotten front row seats.

Nai's face burns hotter as his mind has a chance to process that the man has seen him in this state - cheeks fished from heat, half out of his damn suit, hunched over the sink in the lavatory fumbling around with his chest. Hell, he almost never even sets foot in this room.

"Oh c'mon, I can tell you don't have a clue..." Wolfwood says casually, closing the door behind him.

"Need help with that?" He asks before Nai has a chance to begin tearing into him.

It's... outrageous. The sheer audacity of this man to even consider such an intimate proposition. /Disgusting/, even.

"Y-you-!" Why must words fail him at this moment?