Grayson imdiately retorted, feeling wronged.
"I haven’t even said anything yet..."
“No pictures, no videos. If you even think about doing sothing like that, it’s over for both of us. I’ll never look at you again, so keep °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° that in mind.”
At those words, Grayson quickly beca sullen. Of course, Dein thought indifferently. Why does this guy only ever think about such obvious things?
"If you understand, let’s go."
"Wait."
Just as Dein was about to move, Grayson suddenly called him back. When Dein furrowed his brows and turned around, Grayson spoke with an unexpectedly solemn expression.
“I want to sleep between Venus and Virginia.”
What the hell kind of nonsense is that, you crazy bastard...
Dein’s face drained of color, but Grayson remained serious. The two stood facing each other, like lawless gunslingers facing off before a duel. In the end, it was the sheriff who surrendered.
"Alright, then."
Dein wiped his face with one hand, not bothering to check Grayson’s reaction, and turned away first.
Grayson hurriedly called after him.
“I want to commute together too.”
“Do what you want.”
Dein kept walking without turning around, but he knew without looking that Grayson was grinning and following behind him.
Such a ridiculous guy.
Dein thought to himself, shaking his head, though his expression softened.
---
“Boobs, boobs. Boobs, boobs.”
Grayson humd happily, singing as he worked. Ever since he arrived at work, or maybe even in the car on the way there, he had been like this.
“Booooooobs.”
He pressed the chainsaw button, matching the rhythm, and laughed with a high-pitched, “Heehee!”
The employees who were watching him were confused, looking at each other in bewildernt.
“What’s up with him? Is he crazy?”
“Why’s his face like that? Did soone hit him?”
“Who hit that guy? If they did, he wouldn’t be alive right now.”
“He looks like he’s been beaten senseless, but he seems happy. There’s definitely sothing wrong here.”
“They say extre alphas lose their minds when the pheromones build up...”
“So what do we do? If we leave him like this, it’s going to be a real problem.”
“Do you think he likes being hit or sothing?”
“Well, if that’s the case, good for him, but if it’s the pheromones building up and making him act like this, we need a plan, fast.”
They were genuinely worried about Grayson. Since saving Diandre, Grayson Miller had beco a complete ally. His problems were now their problems, and if sothing happened to Grayson, it was sothing they would have to solve together.
“They say extre alphas don’t respond to dicine. How are we going to fix this?”
“They say you have to have sex to release the pheromones.”
“So, what do we do? Wait, don’t tell ...”
The pale faces of the n, who couldn’t continue the conversation, made the tension rise. With everyone just silently glancing at each other, one of the n stepped forward.
“I’ll do it.”
“What?”
“Diandre?”
Everyone was shocked by the unexpected volunteer. The guy who had been the most hostile toward Miller until now was volunteering?
“Well, Miller did save your life.”
One of them agreed, and soon others followed suit.
“Yeah, compared to your life, your ass is nothing.”
“Right, it’s so cheap. It’s really cheap for that.”
“This is the noble sacrifice for a teammate. Well done.”
“Diandre, you bastard! I knew this day would co! From the mont you started treating Miller so badly, I knew it would lead to this!”
The last one shouted in excitent, but Diandre just looked at him with a frown. What the hell is this idiot saying? From the start, he knew I was going to offer my ass to Miller?
His anger flared up for a mont, but arguing about it would co later. Diandre focused on repaying Grayson for his favor. He clenched his fists, steeling himself, and walked confidently toward Grayson. His teammates silently cheered him on, their attention fixed on him.
“Miller.”
Grayson, still humming a tune and matching the rhythm by pressing the chainsaw button, glanced over briefly. The sparkling, shining eyes that t Diandre’s slowly dulled. After a brief silence, Grayson turned his head again, as if nothing had happened, and started singing again. He completely erased the thought of Diandre from his mind, repeating his previous actions, and Diandre's anger flared again.
But he couldn't act on it. After all, Grayson had saved his life. The ti had passed without him properly thanking him. He couldn’t miss the opportunity this ti.
“Ahem.”
Diandre coughed, trying to muster up the courage to speak. But Grayson completely ignored him, continuing to sing and adjust his equipnt. Diandre looked down at him, then scratched the back of his head, hesitating. He took a deep breath. Whatever, I don’t care.
“I’m sorry.”
The sudden apology startled the onlookers, who widened their eyes. Only then did Grayson stop singing and look up. As their gazes t, Diandre looked down at the floor, his face bright red, and continued apologizing.
“I’ve been too harsh all this ti. I’m sorry...”
He apologized again, then quickly swallowed and, as if vomiting the words out, added quickly:
“After all you’ve done, saving ... I should’ve apologized earlier, but I missed the chance since you weren’t at work. Thank you so much. You’re such an incredible person. I even paid to have you beat up, I’m so embarrassed. Really, thank you and I’m sorry.”
For a mont, Grayson froze. A forgotten mory resurfaced, and soon the puzzle pieces fit together. Without noticing the thoughts running through Grayson’s expressionless face, Diandre kept confessing.
“From now on, I’ll do everything I can to help you. If you need anything, just tell ... thank you so much for saving my life.”
He finished with a big thank you and finally lifted his head, a sense of resolve filling his face that had never been there before.
“So, here’s the thing. I think now’s my chance to repay you.”
Not a bad thought. Grayson slowly smiled, his mouth curling into a grin. The chainsaw was in his hand. It was the perfect tool to deal with an annoying pest.
But there was a problem. The man hadn’t hit him. Paying him to incite violence didn’t count. With a disappointed sigh, Grayson gently ran his hand along the chainsaw. Just then, Diandre suddenly turned around. He pressed his ass into Grayson’s face, leaving the latter stunned.
“Co on, use it! Take my ass and take out your pheromones!”
Grayson froze, and a chilling silence fell. Everyone held their breath, waiting for his reaction. Diandre too was tense, eagerly awaiting the next move.
“...Ugh.”
“M-Miller?”
“Miller, are you okay? Hey, soone get him so water!”
“Miller, snap out of it! Miller!”
The sudden vomit sent his teammates scrambling to help. Diandre, too, turned pale, but it was the best thing that could have happened. If Grayson hadn’t vomited right then, he would’ve taken the chainsaw to Diandre himself.
“Puhahaha.”
Back at ho, after hearing the whole story, Dein burst out laughing loudly. It was the first ti he had laughed this much, but Grayson couldn’t bring himself to join in.
“I think I understand what you felt when you almost puked back then.”
“Creeeeek, hehehe... Puhahahaha.”
Grayson said with a hint of gloom, but Dein couldn’t stop laughing. Grayson felt a surge of frustration but quickly grew sullen again.
“Still, I’m not as disgusting as Diandre, am I?”
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