KISS THE SCUMBAG Chapter 19

Yujin froze instantly. The purple eyes of the man facing him were filled with contempt and mockery. To think he had been lost in delusions, drowning in memories in such a situation. Yujin was immediately overcome with self-loathing. Get a grip, have you forgotten why you came here? What are you doing, letting this man sway you like this?

“I wasn’t thinking anything of the sort. Me, seducing you? What kind of ridiculous things are you imagining?”

Yujin hastily steadied his heart and threw the accusation back at him, as if to imply that Winston was the one harboring absurd delusions.

He had hit a nerve, but Yujin didn’t know that. He only hoped his counterattack would land, however weakly. As he spoke with all the resentment and long-held bitterness he felt toward the man, Winston narrowed his eyes. Yujin held his breath, waiting for what would come next, and then Winston’s lips moved slowly.

“Suppressants.”

“What?”

Yujin asked back instinctively at the low voice. As he looked anxiously into the man’s shadowed face—with Winston standing against the light—Winston spoke, his lips twisting into a sneer.

“You aren’t reacting to my pheromones at all. You must have taken suppressants.”

Yujin was momentarily flustered, his face stiffening. Only then did he realize why Winston had approached him so closely.

To overwhelm me with his pheromones.

Winston’s scent must have been thick and heavy around Yujin, but he hadn’t known it at all.

It was only natural. Yujin couldn’t smell the pheromones of an Alpha of Winston’s caliber.

Yujin nervously clenched and unclenched his hands, which were damp with cold sweat.

It’s better if he keeps misunderstanding like this.

Winston was someone who must never, ever discover his weakness. If he showed even the slightest crack, this man would immediately tear him apart. A chill ran down his spine, and Yujin’s pupils trembled violently. For the first time, he felt grateful for the misunderstanding born of Winston’s prejudice and for his own disability. If he had reacted to those pheromones out of instinct in this situation, what a miserable outcome he would have faced.

“We’re in a place where we need to have a serious conversation. It would be problematic if I lost my reason because of your pheromones, wouldn’t it?”

Yujin carefully chose his words to respond. Fortunately, his voice didn’t shake and came out calm. He thought he had handled it quite well, but all he got in return was Winston’s scoff.

“While you’re leaking your own pheromones all over the place?”

It was a point he hadn’t anticipated. Winston, naturally, interpreted Yujin’s startled reaction in an entirely different way.

“There are many drugs in this world. Unverified ones.”

What is he trying to say?

To Yujin, who was inwardly tense, he continued slowly, mockingly.

“For instance, a suppressant that lets your own pheromones leak out but prevents you from reacting to anyone else’s.”

Ah.

Winston’s guess was completely wrong. It was a conclusion born from the flawed certainty driven by his prejudices against Yujin, so it was natural for him to come up with the wrong answer. No matter what Yujin said or did, Winston would think the same. In Winston’s mind, Yujin was a slut unlike any other in the world.

But Yujin had no reason to correct him. He feigned ignorance and replied as coolly as he could.

“Either way, you don’t react to my pheromones.”

Winston didn’t answer immediately. Unexpectedly, he just stood there, quietly staring into Yujin’s eyes. Yujin waited for his reaction, his heart pounding in suspense.

“Yujin.”

Suddenly, Winston called his name in a low voice. Startled, Yujin flinched, and Winston leaned over him as if to pounce. Winston opened his lips, at a distance so close they would touch if he so much as parted them, staring intensely into Yujin’s eyes.

“To take illegal suppressants because of your pathetic pride—what a truly stupid thing to do. You surely can’t be unaware that it could cause mental issues or leave you infertile.”

He then narrowed his eyes and sneered.

“Though, if you became infertile, I suppose that would be better for you. You’d be able to roll around in bed as sloppily as you please.”

Winston had crossed the line far too easily. Yujin tried to stand up, unable to take it anymore. But Winston grabbed his shoulders and pinned him down; Yujin fell back onto the sofa with a pathetic sound and a short gasp. Clang! With a loud noise, the teacup he had been holding fell to the floor and shattered into pieces. But Yujin didn’t have the time to pay attention to that. Winston had immediately crashed his lips onto Yujin’s.

“…Hah.”

Yujin only let out a weak, breathy sound, dazed by the sudden turn of events. He couldn’t grasp what was happening. Winston is kissing me.

Why?

His mind was filled with confusion. Even when he heard the contents of the will, he hadn’t been this panicked. Yujin felt as mentally scattered as if he were watching planets explode before his eyes. Why on earth is he doing this?

“St-stop….”

He tried to turn his face away and avoid it, but his head was immediately gripped, and their lips locked again. Trapped between the man’s massive body and the sofa, Yujin couldn’t move an inch and had to accept the coercive kiss. He tried to push him away, even knowing it was a futile effort, but when Winston licked his teeth and forced his lips open, he commanded in a low voice:

“Stick out your tongue.”

If the man had tried to force Yujin down by strength alone, he would have resisted with everything he had. He would have given his life to avoid submitting to him, but unexpectedly, Winston didn’t do that.

“Come on.”

After gently biting Yujin’s stubbornly resisting lips and letting go, he whispered. When Yujin faltered at the unexpected situation, Winston noticed the reaction, lightly licked the soft skin of his lower lip, and then gently sucked on it. As his defensiveness began to soften under the soothing, persuasive kiss, a stinging sensation began to bloom somewhere inside his mouth.

Ah.

A sigh escaped him. His stiff, tense body slowly relaxed, and the strength left his shoulders. The moment his teeth, which had been clenched with all his might, loosened, Winston didn’t miss the opportunity and immediately pushed his tongue inside.

“Uh, hng.”

He felt his own moan but couldn’t quite grasp it. Yujin gasped and closed his eyes. As his hands, which had been straining to push Winston away, lost their strength and dropped to his sides, Winston immediately pressed his body forward. Strong arms wrapped around Yujin’s waist and pulled him in, their bodies pressing together. The man’s hot body heat and hard muscles were felt instantly. Yujin could feel his body through his skin, down to every single cell.

Winny.

Repeating the name in his head, he raised his arms. When he hugged Winston’s neck, Winston groaned in a low voice and lowered one hand to grip his hip. Yujin was shocked as the large hand clutched his flesh, but he didn’t hate it at all. Instead, his chest heaved on its own with breaths disordered by excitement. Winston continued to lick the inside of Yujin’s mouth while kneading his hip.

What do I do?

Yujin felt like he was being driven to the edge of a cliff. I shouldn’t be doing this—my mind clearly knows, but I can’t stop. Winston knew Yujin’s weak points far too well.

It was only natural. Winston was Yujin’s first man and his only partner; he had learned everything about sex from him.

“Ah, it feels so good….”

Feverish moans escaped his lips. He couldn’t stop his waist from moving or his hips from swaying. Every time Winston’s tongue brushed against the sensitive spots in his mouth, Yujin grew restless, not knowing what to do. He could already feel his backside beginning to moisten. His pheromones thickened as if he had gone into heat.

He could feel the man’s erection pushing against his groin. Winston was clearly aroused as well. Realizing that, Yujin felt his own insides heat up.

His worn-out jeans were thin enough to appreciate his soft skin well enough, but Winston wasn’t satisfied. With one arm wrapped around Yujin’s waist, Winston thrust his hand into his trousers.

“…Ah!”