KISS THE SCUMBAG Chapter 30

Yujin, who had grabbed his sleeve without realizing it, hurriedly pulled his hand back and apologized. Winston flicked the sleeve Yujin had touched, twice, as if brushing off something filthy. Yujin felt hurt by the gesture, which seemed intended to shake off an impurity, but he hid his true feelings and proudly lifted his chin. No matter what you do, I won’t bat an eye. That was what Yujin wanted to say.

“When will I be able to receive the money?”

Winston’s brow furrowed slightly. Even though he clearly noticed it, Yujin continued without hesitation.

“I have a place to use it. The sooner, the better, if possible.”

Isn’t this man already looking at me like a male prostitute obsessed with money? If that’s the case, it’s more advantageous for me to act strictly according to my objectives. At Yujin’s brazen attitude, Winston’s expression grew stern, looking fed up.

“A checkbook in your name will be issued after you marry me.”

Winston, who had spoken in a dry, mechanical voice, looked down at Yujin arrogantly and advised him:

“You seem to be desperate to spend money right this second, but people usually pay a price to receive it. Whether that’s labor or something else.”

Of course, he knew. He realized bone-deep every single day how hard it was to earn a single dollar.

However, he had no intention of correcting Winston’s misunderstanding. No matter what he said, Winston wouldn’t believe him, and he had no energy to waste on such a useless act.

“I think I’m paying a sufficient price, too. I have to marry you and even sleep with you.”

Yujin, who had blurted it out without thinking, held his breath too late. He praised himself for speaking well, but he feared the backlash. Right now, he was alone with Winston. There was no one to help him.

I should have held it in a little longer.

Just as he was turning pale with the fear of an unbearable future, Winston opened his mouth. An undeniable sneer settled on his face.

“That’s all your price is? Aren’t you overestimating yourself a little too much?”

For a moment, Yujin’s cheeks flushed hot, and the blood drained from his face all at once. Why did I try to stand up to this man? It only ends up hurting me. Unable to bear the sense of shame and humiliation, he lashed out with harsh words.

“Go to hell, Winston Atticus Campbell!”

He felt frustrated that the harshest thing he could say was only that much. Yujin gritted his teeth, turned around, and took large, angry steps, trying to get as far away from the man as possible. But unfortunately, it didn’t go as he wished.

“Ah!”

Because someone grabbed his arm from behind and yanked it, Yujin let out a short scream before he knew it. His body was immediately dragged by the force, and as he slammed into a body as solid as a rock, his mind went blank for a moment from the sudden pain. A moment later, he felt a warm body temperature. Only then did he realize that he hadn’t even gone a few steps before being caught by Winston.

I didn’t even feel him approach.

A chill ran down Yujin’s spine at the fact that, despite his efforts, he had fallen back into Winston’s grip in an instant. What is he going to do? He couldn’t find the courage to look up at his face.

“Let, let go!”

Yujin tried to shake off the gripped arm with all his might, but naturally, it was impossible. Instead, as if mocking him for struggling, Winston wrapped his remaining arm around Yujin’s waist and pulled him tight. Winston tilted his head toward Yujin, who had gasped in shock.

“I already granted your wish once, didn’t I? Unfortunately, you didn’t manage to die.”

Instead, I went to the threshold of hell. The reason Winston had to endure such a brush with death was because of Yujin. Knowing that fact well, Yujin couldn’t help but realize he had said something harsh. Just as he was about to apologize, saying I’m sorry, he suddenly remembered how many insults he had heard from this man. The guilt vanished without a trace, and his rage toward Winston surged again.

“If you had died back then, Harold would have left all the inheritance to me, wouldn’t he? Because he never would have done something as stupid as leaving this will.”

Yujin thought this time Winston would be lost for words. Perhaps he would even be filled with rage and slap his cheek. He had been prepared for anything, but Winston’s reaction was completely different from what he had expected. His expression, which had seemed to stiffen for a moment, soon melted into a sweet smile.

“But darling, Father left you to me before he departed, didn’t he?”

The hand that had been gripping his arm moved to his face. Yujin held his breath, eyes wide, at the sensation of long fingers stroking his cheek. Winston whispered affectionately, staring at Yujin’s face.

“My father’s young mistress.”

The fingers that had been stroking his cheek moved down to his neck. For a split second, Yujin froze, gripped by the instinctual fear that he might choke him. Winston’s eyes narrowed further.

“And I have to sleep with that mistress and have a child.”

His low voice was tinged with self-deprecating laughter. Five long, thick fingers hovered around Yujin’s neck. If he applied just a little bit of pressure, his breath would be cut off immediately. Yujin was visibly trembling all over.

“I, I was wrong.”

In the end, he surrendered to his fear. Winston tilted his head at the voice he had barely managed to squeeze out while stuttering.

“About what?”

Yujin couldn’t answer readily and just fluttered his eyelashes. Why is he asking this? Is it because of what I just said? Then what answer does Winston want? As Yujin couldn’t bring himself to open his mouth, Winston asked with a faint smile.

“About telling me to die? Or.”

His voice was mixed with amused laughter. Winston continued to Yujin, who was holding his breath.

“About sleeping with my father?”

Four fingers gently tapped the back of Yujin’s neck like playing a piano. Winston, who had gripped Yujin’s neck—now startled—with one hand, bowed his head. At a distance where their breaths could touch, dark purple eyes peered into Yujin’s. And he whispered in a voice that faded low, like the sound of breath.

“Or, about appearing before me having borne my father’s child?”

Yujin couldn’t answer. He felt that if he made one small mistake, he would be strangled. Winston’s rage toward him seemed to be transmitted through his whole body. Yujin wanted to choose his words carefully, but his brain wouldn’t work as he wished. I have to say something, I have to calm Winston down. Otherwise.

He might kill me.

His mouth opened against his will due to fear. Looking at Winston with trembling eyes, Yujin forced himself to make a sound.

“Harold and I… we weren’t that kind of relationship….”

He had barely managed to say it, but what returned was a laugh that sounded like a gust of wind leaking out.

“Of course you were.”

At Winston’s reaction, Yujin lost the energy to say anything more. Winston was silent for a moment at the face of Yujin, who was looking up at him with furrowed brows and a heartbroken expression. The corners of his mouth, which had been lifted mockingly, relaxed, and the sharp glint in his eyes vanished. When Yujin saw the purple eyes darken further, taking on a black hue like the night sky, Winston’s hand that had been gripping his neck gently grabbed the back of Yujin’s head and pulled him in.

Ah.

Yujin sighed involuntarily. He’s going to kiss me. He knew their lips would touch. Winston was definitely going to kiss him. He just had to close his eyes. Then their lips would touch. They would share saliva softly and entwine their tongues. Will he bite my lower lip like back then? Ah, then I….

His heart hammered, and his whole body grew hot. He even felt as if he had lived only for this moment. Just when he thought he could absolutely not refuse this kiss.

Even after this, are you saying you aren’t a slut?

At the sudden thought of those words, his flushed blood turned ice cold. The contemptuous gaze of Winston who was looking at him did, too. And Yujin realized just what kind of insane thing he was about to do.

“W, what are you trying to do? Let go, I said let go!”