KISS THE SCUMBAG Chapter 20

Yujin flinched at the sudden movement, which caused his lips to pull away, and a gasp escaped him. As if punishing him for daring to stop the kiss, Winston immediately pressed his lips back onto Yujin’s and chewed on his tongue. The hand that had been boldly kneading Yujin’s bare skin now seemed unsatisfied even with that, gripping one of his buttocks and pulling him closer. When the small opening was revealed in the narrow gap, Winston spread his index finger and stroked the tightly clenched folds. The moisture that had been slowly building up soaked Winston’s finger completely.

Winston’s attractive eyebrows suddenly furrowed. He pulled his hand away from Yujin’s hip, broke the kiss, and raised his head. Yujin’s face, dazed from the excitement, came into view. Looking down at him, breathless and flushed with heat, Winston whispered sweetly:

“And you still say you’re not a slut?”

It felt like a bucket of ice-cold water had been dumped over him. Yujin’s eyes widened as he looked up. The man who had been kissing him so tenderly and stirring him up just a moment ago had vanished, replaced by a stranger with a face full of contempt and disgust.

What have I done?

A sense of reality and self-loathing washed over him. What on earth have I done? I’ve never been like this before. I’ve been living just fine on my own for years, and yet here I am, acting like a sex-crazed maniac, losing my mind over nothing but a kiss.

“You were the one who kissed me first.”

Yujin squeezed the words out with great difficulty. He wanted to shift the blame to Winston, but he knew even he couldn’t detect a hint of dignity in his own voice.

“And you responded to me as if you’d been waiting for it.”

As expected, a sneer was all he got in return. Thankfully, Yujin didn’t need to struggle for a comeback, as Winston continued:

“It’s only been a few days since you started staying at this mansion, and you couldn’t even wait that long? You truly seem unable to live without sex.”

Faced with Winston’s judgmental gaze and head-shaking disapproval, Yujin couldn’t hold back any longer and lashed out.

“Was it your intention to have a conversation with me? While calling me a male prostitute, a slut, and every other word in the book?”

He was surprised by his own sudden courage, but naturally, Winston remained entirely unmoved.

“It’s the truth, isn’t it? Am I wrong?”

Yujin grew genuinely angry at the sight of Winston’s smirking face as he spread his arms.

“Winston Campbell, do you not have a shred of decency?”

It was the first time Yujin had raised his voice, but Winston asked back in a calm tone.

“Are we the kind of people who need to show each other decency?”

Yujin couldn’t take it anymore and stood up abruptly. Looking up at Winston, who had stepped back by a fraction, he spat out, “Step aside. If insulting me is the only purpose of this meeting, I’m leaving.”

Yujin swept past him defiantly and bolted toward the door. Just as he resolved to grab his daughter and walk out of the mansion, Winston spoke.

“Come back and sit down.”

Yujin hesitated for a split second, and from behind him came a cold, ruthless voice.

“If you want the money.”

The moment he wanted to scream that he could keep his money, Angela’s face flashed before his eyes. It was as if he were bound in chains; he couldn’t move a muscle.

Think about why you came here.

What about the resolution you repeated so many times? Are you going to give it all up just for a bit of pride? What about the child?

Fine, it’s true that I gave in to desire for a moment.

So what?

What does that even matter? It’s not like we slept together; it was just a kiss.

Yujin slowly straightened his hunched shoulders.

There are men who go to pheromone parties to “release” their buildup, anyway.

After standing still for a moment, Yujin closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and exhaled a long breath. Reminding himself of the resolve he had repeated over and over, he turned around and went back to his seat. Winston was looking down at Yujin—who was dutifully obeying his command—with an arrogant gaze. Only after Yujin had sat back in the chair and straightened his posture did Winston finally open his mouth.

“I’ve been thinking.”

Yujin sat in the sofa a few feet away, waiting with bated breath. It seemed he was finally getting to the point. Only after insulting Yujin to his heart’s content, and with a face as nonchalant as if nothing had happened.

“There is currently no way to annul my father’s will.”

“Then….”

Feeling anxious, Yujin opened his mouth to ask, then stopped himself. There must be more. Winston must have thought of a plan. That’s why he called me, right? Yes, that must be it.

Please.

Yujin couldn’t let go of his fragile hope and looked up at Winston with desperate eyes. Winston stared fixedly into Yujin’s hope-filled eyes as he pulled a cigarette case from the inner pocket of his suit. Only a few seconds passed as he went through the motions of taking out a cigarette and lighting it, but Yujin felt as if a lifetime had gone by. Finally, after a long exhale of smoke, Winston’s lips moved slowly.

“We have to get married.”

Is this man insane?

“I am perfectly normal, Yujin.”

As if he could see right through his mind, Winston pointed out in his slow, drawling tone. Yujin still couldn’t believe it. If he’s not the crazy one, am I the crazy one? Are these auditory hallucinations? That’s probably it, right? Because Winston would never ask me to marry him.

As Yujin sat there in confusion, Winston brought him back to reality.

“You heard me correctly. We have to get married, Yujin. We have to have a child, too.”

Winston’s voice sounded incredibly professional. It was impressive, in a twisted way, how casually he could lay out the idea of marriage and children.

“No, you’re insane.”

Yujin shook his head, refusing to accept it. It makes no sense otherwise. That man, wanting to marry me for real? And having a child? No sane person would ever say such things.

Especially not after insulting me so viciously just a moment ago.

“I release my pheromones regularly.”

He’s telling me his head isn’t messed up because of pheromone buildup. Yujin suddenly became curious about how this man handled his pheromones.

Pheromone parties.

A phrase from Harold’s will popped into his head. It was crystal clear that Winston had been attending pheromone parties while they were apart. If that weren’t the case, Harold would never have felt the need to put such a clause in the will.

It’s the logical choice—that’s just the type of man he is.

It wasn’t particularly surprising. Even if there were some other ulterior motive rather than that, Yujin had no right to feel negative about it. Winston’s private life had nothing to do with Yujin, and it would stay that way.

“I won’t marry you. So think of another way—you can do it.”

Yujin tilted his chin up and glared defiantly at Winston, as if to say how absurd this lazy solution was. But the response he got didn’t meet his expectations.

“There isn’t one. Nothing.”

Winston continued in an indifferent tone.

“There is absolutely no way to change the will. There is only one way we can get that inheritance: you and I getting married and having a child—within one year.”

Yujin felt as if Winston were placing him in a coffin and nailing it shut. His stomach churned, and he felt lightheaded.

“No, that’s impossible.”

Yujin shook his head frantically. The desperation that Winston’s words might actually come true made him unable to hide his anxiety.

“That’s impossible. Don’t you know how we feel about each other? You—you don’t want to marry me and have a child with me, either.”

He pleaded with a weak, strangled voice, but Winston only curled the corner of his lips into a sneer.

“Of course, the very thought of a slut like you carrying my child makes me want to vomit. But what can you do? My father—who loved ‘you’ so dearly—is determined to see it happen.”