Criminal

**Content Warning: Sexual Activity**

Tycondrius pursed his lips as he mulled over Byul's words. 

What was the correct answer?

...He decided to allow her to make her own conclusion. 

Byul looked away... "I don't prefer ze company of men."

Tycon smiled politely, patiently waiting for her to continue... 

Byul's legs released her grip on his waist... and she lied there listlessly, "Y-you may leave. I... I can pass on, now."

"Don't be so careless," Tycon rolled his eyes. 

"...A-alright."

"...and stop crying."

"I'm not crying."

Tycon sighed as he turned to walk away. As of recent, it seemed there had been an alarming increase of regularity... in him making grown women cry. 

It was bothersome. 

He took the kettle and poured the still warm-water into a tea bowl and whisked the tea without ceremony.