His Breeding Obsession

  Grecan alternately looked at the two and the diaper, covering his lower body with his pants. The bitterness went away, and a distinct disgust came into his eyes. “I don’t want to.” “It feels light if you just wear it.” When Mirania said it, Grecan shook his head a couple of times. “It feels really bad.” It was a white diaper that Grecan glared at. Mirania felt a little awkward, and Chera sighed as if she had seen all the stars in the sky. “He’s grown up a bit like that. Don’t regret it later.” Chera considered Grecan’s lower body condition on a human level, but she was not attached to Grecan’s wolf form, enough to not persuade him. On the contrary, Grecan, who firmly refuses to wear it even though he cares about it, grumbled, returning discarded underwear and diapers into his cape. “He’s a werewolf, but he’s picky about everything…” With Chera’s complaints in one ear, Mirania dressed Grecan. The pants were not difficult to put in the legs because they were touched on one leg and the other. Next was a white long-sleeved shirt. Looking at the smooth gloss, it seems to be a better material than the wrinkled pants fabric. When Mirania was holding the shirt to see how much he was dressed in pants, Grecan turned and inserted one arm and the other into each position. The shirt looked comfortable as it gently wrapped around Grecan’s upper body. After that, they gave him a black tie. Of course, she had never done it before, so it was sloppy. Chera pushed Mirania aside as if she couldn’t watch any longer. “Get out of the way.” Grecan looked down at the completion of the tie. But Chera’s was no different from the Mirania’s finished version, and a low growl of Grecan poured into Chera’s ear. Chera backed down with a slightly embarrassed face. “Well, ties don’t matter,” Chera muttered. It was my first time tying on a girl’s ribbon like this even though I was good at it. Mirania clicked her tongue, then the sloppy tie shape went over coolly. Scarlett was the only one who would notice that the tie was sloppy at the meeting, and Scarlett was not someone who cared what the wolf child wore. Mirania, who was picking up her cloak, opened her eyes faintly to the round, hard object that fell off the jacket’s chest. “Why is this here?” “It looks like a cufflink.” “He doesn’t have underwear, but it’s weird to have this.” Although she shook her head, it was black and shiny and Mirania put a cufflink on his sleeve that resembled Grecan’s eyes. Finally, she put a navy jacket over his shoulder and stepped back to check Grecan’s overall appearance. Wearing a completed navy tuxedo, Grecan raised his arm a few times and grabbed the jacket with his hand, apparently he felt uncomfortable with the jacket on his shoulder. Then he looked down at his jacket, wondering what to do, and eventually put it on his arm. He looked somewhat casual, but he was as dull as any noble family’s child. “Well…” “You look like a normal human boy dressed up,” Chera said in a surprised tone. Mirania, who only saw Grecan’s dirty and barbaric appearance, was a little surprised, but soon coughed and replied. “There’s nothing to be surprised about. Since he’s wearing normal clothes, it’s natural that he looks normal.” “Lynn, you said you’d collect all the weird clothes, but that’s helpful.” Lynn was the name of the witch whom Mirania borrowed the clothes from. The Witch Family was a group of children born to witches who return from traveling to the human continent and are abandoned on the human continent. The witch family was closer to the human continent, which has two continents, compared to other tribes, so the existence of Lynn, who likes human clothes and collects them to places where boys would wear them, was not unusual. Contrary to Chera’s words, it was fortunate that Grecan only had a lot of wrinkles on his smooth forehead because it was uncomfortable to wear the clothes for the first time, but Mirania and Chera did not care. “Let’s go.” Mirania, who unexpectedly lost much time in dressing Grecan, immediately took him in her arms and climbed on the broomstick. Grecan’s eyes grew so naturally in her tender arms. A confused look flashed by.  ☪  As soon as Mirania entered the conference room, she encountered the sound of Balkan irritation in a loud voice. “What time is it now?” “There was an accident.” Balkan was the one who would always grumble about why Mirania came so early. Mirania, who ignored him, nodded her head expressionlessly and sat in the empty seat of the three triangular seats. “Let’s get started.”  ☪ At the peace agreement conference. Grecan sat behind Mirania with Chera. His eyes gazed at the angry Balkan for a moment, but his eyes looking at him were empty as he was looking at a dead object. “How late can you be now…?” “Since we’re seated all the way to Mirania, let’s start the meeting.” Scarlett interrupted Balkan. Normally, Balkan would have criticized Mirania directly, and Scarlett would have cleverly sarcastically criticized Balkan’s stupidity and Mirania’s lack of refinement, but today she was quiet. Mirania could easily understand Scarlett’s changed attitude. ‘She’s Being cautious about leaving Leberianz with me.’

 Scarlett declared that she would support Mirania leading the entire continent, which Mirania roughly reasoned to get her hands on Leberianz. It could be said that she turned to the witch family in a friendly way. In fact, in a way, Mirania could be a help to the bat race. It was understandable that Mirania was in a good mood, but her facial muscles were rather stiff. ‘I should never hide my relationship with Grecan.’ Scarlett cares about Mirania because of Leberianz. If the bat people knew that Grecan had bitten Leberianz’s ankle and thrown him in the lake, Scarlett’s precious successor and only blood relative, she would never sit still. Mirania’s silent lips became heavier. Balkan, on the other hand, did not turn over Scarlett’s calm response to normal. “That’s weird. You’re so calm today.” Scarlett, who didn’t even pay attention to glance at Balkan’s ferocious eyes with suspicion, sighed as he only looked more pathetic. “We’re here to talk about something important. If you want to lose your temper by yourself, go outside and wash your dirty hair.” “What’s wrong with her?” And the fight at the previous meeting was repeated. The crumbling Balkan’s voice and the aggressive rebuttal went back and forth at a rapid pace. Mirania, looking at the two growling at each other, was itching to talk. The desire to restore peace by firing a silent spell was burning. A great witch was a member of nature. There’s a nature to return to peace. Whether the method was rather destructive or moderate. “At this moment, Maybe even later. Let’s start the agreement meeting quickly.” Scarlett was the first to pull herself together. Balkan, with his arms folded against the back of the chair, snorted with excitement. “I think we need an agreement, but that’s only possible if Scarlett apologizes first. Do you know how much damage our wolves are suffering from the bat race? It’s as short as the hairs of the guys who are supposed to be big because of stress.” When Balkan stared at Scarlett coldly, Scarlett smirked, raising her crooked hat straight. “Before we start, it’s the wolves that started the fight, so we have to get it before you can get an apology.” “What are you talking about? The bat race was the first to pick a fight.” “Can you take responsibility for that?” “You think I can’t do it if you say that, right?” “The wolves are pretending to be noble on the outside, but in fact, they’re all insensitive and stupid, so you can’t believe it. Or did you forget to pick a fight first?” Bang! Balkan slammed the table and growled. “Sorry for that, Scarlett!” “You’re the one who should shut your family’s noisy howling!” Scarlett gave a cold scolding. It was only for a moment that hair grew from the Balkan’s body and Scarlett’s pointed fangs became sharper. Looking at the two fighting again, Mirania touched her forehead with her fingers. Besides, it’s not just the two races. Would a sparrow pass by the mill? Even behind Mirania? Someone who couldn’t stand this fight was breathing hard. “That filthy…” Mirania said, with a mind not to interrupt them either. “Mouth.” Chera, trying to wiggle her lips and throw oil into the fight, shut them with a silent spell. Grecan fixed his suspicious eyes only on Mirania, with a facade as if he wasn’t interested in the loud voices inside the conference hall. Only the Witches were peaceful in the noisy conference room. Eventually, the meeting ended as it was that day when it could no longer proceed.