The corner of Haniel’s mouth twitched and trembled.

“Uh, hey, wait…”

Don’t smell! Don’t smell it!

Even with her hands raised high and jumping up, she couldn’t block his twitching nose – Regan was so tall that her hands would barely reach his face even when she tried.

Haniel’s heart leapt.

“I mean, what I meant was, rather… Listen. Don’t misunderstand…”

At that moment, Regan reached out with lightning speed and snatched Haniel’s flailing arm.

“Uh, uwaah!”

His bridge of nose burrowing into her palm.

Bending down, Regan buried his face in Haniel’s tiny hand and was taking a deep breath.

Sniff…

“Eek…”

Haniel shuddered at the breath touching her through the thin skin of her palm.

A chill ran down her spine.

‘Why did it suddenly turn out like this?!’

She had needlessly provoked him.

She should have just lent him a room to stay and quietly observed.

Despite Regan’s refusal, her cursed meddling, insisting she would help with anything.

It was wrong from the beginning, presenting herself with her lower parts dampened as if saying “eat me.”

As Haniel was sweating and blaming herself inwardly,

“Ah, aah.”

Nibble, nibble.

Regan, who had been deeply inhaling from her palm, didn’t stop at smelling but slightly opened his mouth and gently bit the flesh of her palm.

Like a beast unable to resist excitement and nipping.

Haniel stiffened and shrank her body.

‘Is he going to eat me like this?’

She realized she would be chewed and swallowed right here.

Haniel’s hand, captured in Regan’s large grasp, felt like a doll’s appendage in comparison to him.

A piece of meat from a fragile and inferior creature that the man with slightly revealed teeth could chew, swallow, or spit out as a pastime…

It felt like she would be eaten.

A creeping terror rose that not only her hand, but her arm and torso would be crunched and swallowed by the beast that had shed its disguise.

But what was strange was…

‘Have I gone crazy?’

The corner of Haniel’s mouth trembled.

She should only be frightened by his biting that could tear apart an insignificant human, but why was her stomach tingling strangely?

Despite her reason screaming that she should be wary of those movements as he nibbled with his teeth like playing with caught prey, Haniel… was excited.

Regan’s canines, which could tear and penetrate her skin with just a little pressure, felt like the crimson member that had nearly pierced her insides that day.

The enormous hands and canines far exceeding human size, and the insignificant human arm trapped within them.

Seeing this, it was inevitable that she would be reminded of the man who had so easily restrained her legs and limbs like toys, trying to insert his monstrous weapon into her genitals.

Haniel wiggled her hand.

‘Are you crazy…’

Instead of calming her excitement, she had become even more aroused.

Regan, who had been intensely staring at Haniel’s squirming body, finally removed his mouth from her hand.

When the air hit her saliva-covered palm, it suddenly felt cool.

“You asked if there was anything more you could help with.”

“Well…”

“Then, are you confident you can handle it?”

Thud! Regan wrapped his arm around Haniel’s waist and pulled her close.

Haniel was led along too easily, without time to resist or do anything else.

What, what is this! Pressed tightly against Regan’s body, she opened her eyes wide in surprise.

The man had taken her hand and was guiding it toward his lower body.

“Wha-what… whoa… d*mn, this…”

“Every time you touch me, this part feels like it’s going to burst.”

The flesh column throbbing under her hand.

It seemed to be already seeping with moist dampness.

“And your scent…”

Regan, who was speaking, drew in a breath.

As he bent down, her neck was within his reach.

Haniel’s white nape, not understanding what was happening…

Thump, thump, the human blood flowing vigorously and pulsating.

Regan’s keen Hume hearing could even catch the sound of her excited heart pounding beneath Haniel’s delicious, thin skin.

If he were to sink his teeth into that spot now, everything would end. This suffering, this agony.

But… Regan forcefully trampled down that violent impulse.

He closed his eyes tightly, opened them again, and detached Haniel, whom he had pulled close.

“…Why do you keep provoking me like that?”

In a choked voice, he complained.

“You said you would help me.”

“…Regan.”

“Even if I said I want to devour you from the strand of your hair to the tip of your toe, without missing an inch? Are you prepared to handle that, Haniel?”

Regan bent his waist to meet Haniel’s eyes at the same eye level.

“Are you prepared to handle a son of a b*tch who won’t be satisfied with just the room you willingly offered out of kindness, but will only be satisfied after devouring its owner as well?”

A face covered in wounds. The pupils of his blue eyes had contracted to tiny dots.

Seeing herself reflected in those transparent eyes as if engulfed in blue flames, Haniel momentarily froze.

To help means to take responsibility.

The beginning might have been a simple act of kindness or a whim born of goodwill, but to say you’ll help even after glimpsing the reality behind it meant just that.

That’s what Regan was asking Haniel.

Showing her his hairy hands, asking if she could really take his hand again after seeing such a sight.

The man’s blue eyes flashed with a strange light.

He seemed to be expecting something that would betray his expectations.

“…”

But in the end, Haniel couldn’t answer.

“…Haa.”

Regan stared at her with a penetrating gaze for a while… then straightened up again.

Would it be a misconception to think that disappointment was embedded in that casual movement?

“Regan. Wait.”

“Here, take this.”

Haniel, who was about to give a belated answer, received the object that Regan suddenly handed over.

Thud.

It was the orange she had given him earlier.

“Why are you giving this back?”

“Just eat it yourself.”

“What? But I gave this to you to…”

“From what I’ve observed over the past few days, you seem to like fruit.”

That’s right. She does like it.

But she hadn’t expected Regan to notice and realize that she liked fruit.

Haniel just fiddled with the orange unnecessarily.

Regan, who had been quietly observing her fingertips, ears, and face, turned away resolutely.

He seemed to be planning to return home after working out at the training ground as usual.

As he was stepping away from the clearing, Regan suddenly stopped and said:

“I will try to end my mating season as quickly as possible… so as not to be a burden to you.”

‘He says he’ll try…’

And Regan didn’t look back until he disappeared from sight, as if he had never been hiding in the shadows watching Haniel.

Haniel stood there as if nailed to the spot, feeling like she shouldn’t interfere with the atmosphere.

She let out a deep sigh.

She had been rejected…

No, did I end up being the one who rejected?

Haniel clenched and unclenched the hand that had been briefly caught by Regan.

Her fingertips felt tingly.

“How exactly is he planning to try to end it quickly?”

Does that mean his efforts until now weren’t really efforts?

And if they had worked, shouldn’t Regan have improved compared to before?

In truth, Haniel was starting to worry about him.

Not because of the appliance catalog she had seen earlier in the status window, but as one person to another.

But clearly, the man called Regan seemed to have no need for Haniel’s inadequate help.

Seeing how he threatened her not to even think of extending a hand unless she was prepared to handle it.

Perhaps she should have at least pretended with bravado that she could certainly handle it when he pressed her.

“That d*mn mating season.”

The longer Regan stayed, the more it seemed like his mating season was affecting even her, a human, which was quite strange.

With a reddened face, Haniel scratched the back of her neck.

‘I don’t know exactly how he plans to end his mating season quickly, but I guess he’ll figure it out.’

That was all she could think.