The Sickly Transmigrator Hides the Fact that He Became a Puppy - Chapter 3.2
Yi Hyeon frantically wriggled his four legs in protest.
“Just hold on a little longer, okay? We’ll head out around ten.”
‘Let me down now! By then, it’ll be too late! I’ll have already lost my dignity, please, Han Joon!’
Trapped in Han Joon’s arms, Yi Hyeon was helplessly carried over to the soft bed. He felt like he was about to burst, and yet here he was, placed on the blanket. He tried to escape once more, but Han Joon pulled him back into his embrace, his face buried happily in Yi Hyeon’s neck, completely oblivious to Yi Hyeon’s internal turmoil. Han Joon, on the other hand, looked absolutely content as he held Yi Hyeon close.
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It had been about an hour since Yi Hyeon had been trapped in Han Joon’s room, desperately holding in his need to go to the bathroom. While Han Joon was in the shower, Yi Hyeon glanced miserably at the door he had scratched earlier, hoping someone—anyone—would open it.
‘I’m seriously going to pee any second now. Please, door, just open!’
“Yip, yip!”
Unable to hold it in any longer, Yi Hyeon awkwardly waddled toward the corner of the room, where a few pee pads had been scattered. Just as he was about to relieve himself, Han Joon entered the room, causing Yi Hyeon to freeze mid-action. He could only resent how Han Joon refused to leave him alone, even for a moment.
If only Han Joon had gone to school instead of it being the weekend! Yi Hyeon cursed his bad luck.
He had even tried the bathroom earlier.
When Han Joon had stepped out to grab his phone while brushing his teeth, Yi Hyeon had hopped up onto the smooth porcelain toilet. But his attempt had ended in disaster when his paws slipped on the glossy surface.
“Yip!”
“Louie!”
Han Joon had rushed in and grabbed Yi Hyeon just in time, sparing him from a humiliating dunk in the toilet water. Since then, Yi Hyeon had sworn never to climb onto the toilet again.
‘I’ll aim for the drain next time the bathroom door opens.’
Ten minutes earlier, Yi Hyeon had followed Han Joon into the bathroom, only to hastily flee when Han Joon began stripping for a shower.
The sight had left his heart racing—how could people live so uncomfortably with a tumbler hanging between their legs? Still shaken from the experience, Yi Hyeon was on the verge of bursting after holding it in for over an hour.
‘I can’t hold it anymore!’
Yi Hyeon began pacing in place, lifting his paws in desperation. Finally, he had no choice but to run to the bathroom door and scratch at it while calling for Han Joon.
“Yip, yip!”
The sound of water drowned out his cries, so Yi Hyeon turned around and kicked the door with his hind legs in frustration. Only then did the door creak open, and a dripping-wet Han Joon peeked out.
“Louie?”
Water ran down from Han Joon’s head, tracing his sharp features and pooling at the tip of his chin before falling to the marble floor.
“Yip.”
Puzzled by Yi Hyeon’s obsession with the door, Han Joon said he’d be right out, then closed it again to finish his shower.
When Han Joon finally emerged, quickly dressed after toweling off, he scooped Yi Hyeon up in his arms and briskly descended the metal staircase.
With his legs stiff and tense from the strain of holding it in, Yi Hyeon forced himself to endure just a little longer.
“Could it be? Did he learn how to do his business outside on his own?”
Mumbling to himself, Han Joon opened the front door and set Yi Hyeon down on the ground. Yi Hyeon had expected Han Joon to live in a nice house, given his father’s position as a congressman, but the sheer scale of the estate was beyond his imagination.
Not that it mattered. Right now, to Yi Hyeon, the well-manicured, lush green garden was nothing more than a vast, glorious restroom.
As soon as his paws hit the ground, Yi Hyeon shot off like a rocket, sprinting towards a distant pine tree.
“Wow, he really does know how to go outside?”
Han Joon remarked in awe as he watched Yi Hyeon go.
Hiding behind the majestic pine, which looked expensive even from a distance, Yi Hyeon finally let go and relieved himself, a small stream trickling between his legs. As he heard the soft sound of the water, he nearly shed a tear, overwhelmed by how far removed from his humanity he had become.
‘This can’t be my life from now on, right?’
Yi Hyeon was kicking the ground vigorously with his hind legs, marking the spot where he had relieved himself.
“Louie.”
He heard Han Joon’s voice right behind him.
