Chapter 229: It’s clean (.... its upside down)

"Rio, did you ever have even a little affection for me? Did you hate me? Then why didn’t you listen to me? Why wouldn’t you even give me a kiss when I asked?"

Rio’s face stiffened.

"I don’t!"

"You don’t what? Fucking say a complete sentence!" Moon grabbed his shoulders and shook him hard in frustration. "What don’t you do?"

"I don’t hate you."

"Then?"

Rio looked at him blankly.

"...Huh?"

"Fuck! Don’t ’huh’ me! Tell me why you didn’t kiss me!"

Rio’s expression changed.

He opened his mouth, closed it, then tried again, as though the words were caught somewhere in his throat. After a long hesitation, he finally managed to say,

"I shifted... Half-shifted."

Moon stared at him.

"...You what?"

"I went to you..." Rio swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He looked extremely reluctant to explain himself.

"I went to shift. I can’t do it without you."

For a moment, Moon couldn’t make sense of what he had just heard.

Then his eyes widened.

"Hell! You could have just asked me! You could have told me you wanted to shift!"

Rio frowned. "You would have been scared."

"But... But..."

Moon lost his words.

To think that the half-shifted beast had done that to him...

It was, without a doubt, something he would have been terrified of. And he certainly wouldn’t have wanted to kiss a beast in that state!

What else was he supposed to feel if a half-shifted beast suddenly appeared behind him?

Shoving his....

Moon’s gaze went down to Rio’s crotch again.

He remembered Leo’s wolf dick, and his spine ached just imagining it.

He certainly wouldn’t dare to take one!

The realization left Moon so irritated that he couldn’t even decide whether to be afraid of Rio or wonder how he took it.

Moon felt irritated.

So irritated that he couldn’t even find the right words.

In the end, he simply pushed Rio down.

Before Rio could say anything, Moon climbed onto his waist, pinned him beneath himself, and kissed him.

"Fine! I’ll just fuck you back!"

The words came out louder than he intended.

Moon lifted his head and looked down at the man beneath him, trying to maintain the fierce expression on his face.

He had already said it, so there was no turning back now.

Rio, who had been pushed down so suddenly, was frozen stiff.

He lay on the grass without making a sound, his white hair neatly parted and his fluffy tail resting against the ground.

His blue eyes were fixed on Moon, as though being pinned down like this was a perfectly normal thing.

In fact, it was normal in Rio’s eyes.

But Moon frowned.

"Rio..."

He leaned closer and pressed both hands against Rio’s shoulders.

"Look, I am going to fuck you!"

He emphasized every word, almost as if he were announcing a battle before charging into an enemy camp.

Unfortunately, the person beneath him didn’t seem particularly impressed.

Rio lifted one forearm and covered his eyes as he exhaled sharply.

Moon paused.

His eyes darted from Rio’s face to his forearm, then settled on the blue vein that bulged beneath the skin.

’What?’

’Was this man seriously covering his eyes? Doesn’t he want to look at me anymore?’

Moon’s face darkened.

He reached down and tried to pull the arm away, but Rio didn’t move it.

"Move your hand," Moon groaned.

"..."

"I’m talking to you."

"..."

Moon narrowed his eyes.

He put more weight into his palm and finally managed to push Rio’s arm away from his face. Before Rio could lift it again, Moon caught his wrist and pinned it against the grass.

"Don’t cover your eyes!" he shouted. "You must look!"

He pressed both Rio’s wrists down and leaned over him. His hair fell forward, brushing Rio’s cheek.

Rio’s expression barely changed.

Only his eyes moved, shifting around to avoid Moon’s face. His fingers twitched slightly beneath Moon’s hold, but he made no attempt to throw him off.

That only made Moon feel stranger.

He had expected some resistance. Even a little struggle would have made this easier.

But this man was simply lying there like a log.

"Don’t think you can get away with it this time. You did whatever you wanted before, didn’t you? Now it’s my turn." Moon growled harshly.

Rio looked at Moon before closing his eyes in exasperation.

Moon’s face dropped.

He released one of his wrists and placed his hand against the man’s chest.

His fingers brushed over the firm muscles beneath the loose fabric.

Rio’s breathing slowly became uneven, and his chest rose a little more noticeably when Moon moved closer.

Moon swallowed.

He had talked a lot. He had threatened him quite a lot too.

But now that he was actually sitting there, he suddenly wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do next.

Rio opened his eyes and looked at Moon’s troubled face.

Moon froze.

He felt like Rio just laughed, though he had no evidence.

"Don’t laugh."

"..."

"I’m warning you."

Rio exhaled and finally moved his hands.

Without warning, he lifted Moon by the waist as though he weighed nothing and shifted him into a better position between his legs.

Moon stared blankly at him.

"What the hell...?"

"It’s clean," Rio cut him off.

"Huh? What?"

Moon looked at Rio’s parted legs, then at his cold, expressionless face.

For a moment, he couldn’t quite understand what the man was talking about.

"You wanted to fuck," Rio uttered, as though it were the most ordinary thing in the world.

Moon’s forehead creased.

’The hell!’

Rio frowned slightly. "Don’t want to?"

Moon’s cheeks flushed.

His gaze fell on Rio’s white, fluffy ears, which were now bright red.

A faint pink hue had also begun spreading down the back of his neck.

Seeing the frosty man like this, Moon suddenly felt butterflies in his stomach.

A surge of heat rushed through him.

His cock stood up.

"Fuck!" he cursed out and just decided to do it.

In reality, Moon never meant to fuck Rio this way. He meant to ride Rio, get the essence, and just finish the whole farce.