Chapter 244: Corrupted Yiki

To alleviate the awkward air between us, I gingerly asked, “Your scent clings on to me just by doing this? How long would it last?”

“A few days,” Dicken answered very slowly, seemingly having a hard time to calm himself from the irrepressible emotions he was feeling. Picking up some clothing from a corner, he covered me and took me in his arms, leaning over my shoulder and sniffing like an addict. His nose changed spots continuously even as his hands danced across my chest, like a pervert about to go on an offensive.

I couldn’t help grabbing his webbed claws and shifting them aside to look at him, keeping my distance to avoid brushing against him. “Hey, aren’t we going to go crazy from holding back if this goes on?”

Dicken’s jaw clenched and he said nothing. He merely touched himself, his fishtail twitching involuntarily while I almost laughed from his grief. Reaching out, I pinched him in the member as payback, shuddering a little over the hot, rock-hard texture—I must admit that