KISS THE SCUMBAG Chapter 9

Haaah. After the sigh, silence descended in an instant. Yujin felt a deep sense of dread in the stillness, where even the common sound of the wind could not be heard. He lay still, eyes tightly shut. Even the sound of his own breathing bothered him, so he tried to pace his breaths to be as slow and low as possible. He thought he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep due to his worry for his child and his anxiety about the future, but unexpectedly, it wasn’t long before he fell into a deep sleep.

In his dream, he was lying in bed. Just like the man lying next to him, Yujin was also naked. Lying face to face on the giant bed, the two of them were still in a daze, intoxicated by the new world they had just experienced together. Seeing Yujin panting with a face still flushed, the man, also suppressing his own rough breath, asked, “Did it hurt?”

“No,” Yujin replied.

“Liar.” The man spoke, but he laughed as if he didn’t dislike Yujin’s answer. Yujin laughed along, too.

“It hurt a little,” Yujin confessed in a small voice.

“Oh, dear.” The man frowned and stroked Yujin’s cheek. “I’m sorry. I’m just stupidly too big.”

“No, it’s not that.” Yujin whispered, gently wrapping his hands around the man’s part, which was just as big as he was.

“I just need to get used to it.”

After speaking, he realized what he had just said. Both of them opened their eyes wide in surprise, but the reactions that followed were completely different. Yujin’s face turned bright red, and the man burst into loud laughter.

The man grabbed Yujin’s naked body from behind as Yujin tried to scramble off the bed in embarrassment. His thick arms trapped Yujin’s slender body in his embrace. “You’re not going anywhere.” The man kissed Yujin’s exposed shoulder and said in a voice still laced with laughter.

“You’re mine now.”

“And you’re mine,” Yujin whispered in a small voice. “Yes,” the man replied with a laugh.

“I’m yours. Since a long time ago, from now on, forever.”

Immediately after, their lips locked. Willing to accept the weight of the man shifting back on top of him, Yujin hugged him happily. He vaguely thought that before or after, it would be difficult to feel such perfect fullness in his life ever again.

“I love you.”

Yujin whispered. The man laughed and tilted his head. Pressing his lips to Yujin’s, he whispered,

“My…”

Click. A heavy metallic sound woke one corner of his consciousness. Yujin’s body, which had reflexively frowned, stiffened a moment too late. He was suffocated by the heavy air that seemed to press down on his entire body. He lay without moving and slowly lifted his eyelids. All he could hear was the sound of his own terrified breathing. The dark room was filled with moonlight shining through the giant window. The sweet dream vanished in an instant, and a chilling reality surged in. Only one thing hadn’t changed: the giant man’s body currently on top of Yujin.

Backlit by the faint moonlight, the man’s face was dyed black by the backlight, making it difficult to recognize. But Yujin knew clearly. Who this man was. As clearly as the cold muzzle of a gun pointed at him. And Yujin realized the identity of the sound that had woken him.

The man who had pressed the muzzle to Yujin’s temple and pulled the bolt whispered in a voice as sweet as sugar.

“Welcome back, darling.”

Winston Campbell.

His purple eyes sparked in the darkness. Yujin, turned deathly pale, just stared with wide eyes at the man from his past whom he had loved so much.

He couldn’t even breathe deeply, crushed by the overwhelming tension. Barely managing to share his heavy breaths, Yujin looked at him. The darkness cast perfect shadows over Winston’s defined features, making it impossible to see his face properly. In contrast, Yujin’s expression was fully exposed under the moonlight. Thinking that Winston was examining his face in every detail made him even more anxious.

However, he couldn’t rashly push the man away. The weight of the gun muzzle aimed at his temple reminded him of reality too clearly. The man had loaded the bullets. If he moved hastily and the trigger was pulled, even by accident, everything would be over. The image of his child left alone flashed before his eyes. He couldn’t make Angela face the same fate as him. Yujin lay still and opened his mouth. His mouth was so dry that it wasn’t easy to make a sound. The voice he barely managed to let out was hoarse.

“…What are you doing right now?”

To the difficult question, Winston let out a laugh that sounded like leaking air.

“Well, that’s what I’d like to ask. Darling, what are you doing in my bed?”

The word “darling” bothered him, but this wasn’t the timing to argue about that. Yujin focused on the latter part.

“Your bed? What do you mean? Is this… your room?”

Heh heh. Winston laughed again. It was a nervous and self-deprecating laugh. He leaned his upper body down as if to pounce and looked into Yujin’s eyes from so close that their breaths touched.

“Darling, you should have practiced more. That just now was too clumsy.”

Only then did Yujin understand why the door to the room hadn’t been locked.

Because it was a room that was already in use.

The goal wasn’t simply to separate him from his child. Their methods were far more vicious, and Yujin was still one step below them. His heart went cold with frustration, but this was no time to be flustered. The muzzle touching his temple clearly reminded him that this was reality.

“Don’t call me ‘darling’.”

Yujin spat out in a strained, tense voice. Even though his whole body was stiff and it was hard to move a single finger, his voice came out just like usual. He had actively expressed his rejection, but Winston didn’t care and said,

“Then what should I call you? Whore? Slut?”

Winston shook his shoulders and laughed, but Yujin didn’t find it funny at all. Every time he cracked a joke that only he found funny, the gun muzzle touching his temple shook minutely. Yujin was terrified that he would pull the trigger even by mistake, so he couldn’t even bring himself to be angry.

“Darling, what on earth were you expecting?”

Winston asked in a voice still filled with laughter. As his eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, Yujin could now vaguely see his expression.

“Did you think I would lose my mind and fuck you if you smeared the whole room with your pheromones and lay there naked?”

Heh heh heh. Winston giggled as if he couldn’t help it, his face distorted with disgust.

“Your pheromone scent is sickening.”

This man still hates me.

Yujin vaguely recalled. Of course, did you forget how cruelly you denied me back then? There’s no way this man has changed.

But I didn’t know he would hate me this much.

“I didn’t know.”

Yujin barely managed to continue with a trembling voice.

“Think about it, how would I have known this was your room?”

He protested with a rational reason that many would find reasonable, but of course, it didn’t work on Winston.

“You didn’t know it was my room when the place is full of my pheromone scent?”

At the immediate sneer, Yujin stiffened in shock. This man didn’t know that he hadn’t been able to smell any specific scents since that day. Yujin’s mind couldn’t work properly because he was too worried about the gun, but he managed to think of one thing.

“Could it be that I came in, mistaking it for Harold’s room?”

“Super-Alphas distinguish between their own pheromones and someone else’s. But the pheromones felt by others are all the same.” For Yujin, his scent and his father’s scent were all just the same scent. And that hit the mark with Winston. Seeing his face freeze for a moment, Yujin felt a small sense of pleasure. But that didn’t last long, either. Winston, who soon returned to a smiling face, tilted his head. Stopping so close that their breaths touched, Winston opened his mouth.

“Just like back then?”

Mocking him in a low, whispering voice, Winston slowly shook his head. He furrowed his brows and continued in a gentle voice, as if soothing a small child.