Kiss the Scumbag-Chapter 13

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Winston spoke indifferently, yet his gaze flickered subtly toward the door. He would be here soon. Still, Winston remained composed. The sunlight pouring through the large window that took up the entire wall bathed the room in brilliant light. Including himself, there were seven people gathered here. There was no way heat could rise in a situation like this. His lips curled into a faint smile as they met the rim of the wine glass. Winston was confident.

Encouraged by his relaxed attitude, Lady Katherine eagerly chimed in.

"I think we should invite Evelyn too, don’t you? It's been such a long time. You should at least say hello, right?"

Camellia, uninterested, sipped her tea quietly, but Winston could already see through their intentions in bringing up the party. Why were his blood relatives always so transparent? He found it pathetic, yet he didn’t show it. As always, he simply replied, "As you wish."

Lady Katherine was visibly delighted. Her voice rose slightly in excitement as she continued dramatically.

"Oh my, that’s wonderful. Evelyn is still single, isn’t she?"

She asked expectantly, and her husband George quickly nodded.

"Of course. It might be nice to reconnect at a time like this, don’t you think?"

Seeking Winston’s agreement, George looked to him, but Winston said nothing. He merely emptied his wine. Yet, his indifferent response was familiar, and so everyone relaxed. Everything was going smoothly. Perfectly, even.

Just then, a knock sounded at the door. All eyes immediately turned toward it. From the other side, the maid’s voice rang out.

"Mr. Yujin Seol has arrived."

At those words, Camellia glanced sideways at her son. Winston set down his empty wine glass without reaction. The door soon opened. Silence filled the room, broken only by the clock’s second hand ticking softly as it moved. As the maid stepped aside, the man standing behind her finally entered. Without a sound, he stepped into the study. One step, then another. With each movement, the sunlight climbed his figure like stairs, casting him in stark light.

His old, worn shoes, though cleaned thoroughly, revealed scuffs that became painfully visible under the sunlight. His cheap, ill-fitting suit looked like it had been snatched from the clearance rack of some backstreet store. The mismatched tie and limp collar completed the miserable picture. It was obvious — he must have rushed out to buy something fitting for the funeral, choosing the cheapest option available. Proper sizing was clearly a luxury he couldn’t afford.

And yet, he strode in confidently, shoulders straight. The glaring sunlight exposed his shabby appearance without mercy, but he showed no shame.

The light crept up from his neck to his face. His pale, flawless skin glowed faintly transparent under the sun. When he blinked, his dark lashes briefly veiled his sharp eyes before lifting again. Yujin brushed aside the hair falling over his forehead with an annoyed gesture. His round, white forehead was revealed for a moment before the hair slipped back into place.

Finally, he stopped walking. The bright sunlight streaming through the many windows lit up his entire body like a spotlight.

Ha...

A sigh escaped Winston’s lips, unheard by anyone. In that instant, he forgot everyone else in the room. Even his own mother. Suddenly, it felt as if only he and Yujin existed in the world. Nothing else mattered.

Winston’s eyes locked onto Yujin. Oh god. Despair gripped him, but it changed nothing.

How many years had passed? The youthful boyishness was gone. In its place, a matured elegance had blossomed. He couldn’t tear his eyes away. His heart pounded wildly and his lower body stiffened painfully.

In a flash, Winston’s pheromones thickened intensely.

"Ahem."

A sudden cough snapped him back to reality. Lawyer McCoy stood, carrying a briefcase that clearly contained the will. Following his silent gesture, Yujin quietly took a seat — the furthest one from Winston. Winston observed him intently as Yujin sat with his legs together, back straight. From the moment he entered until now, Yujin had never once looked Winston’s way. Winston’s brow faintly furrowed just as McCoy’s voice broke the stillness.

"Since everyone has gathered, I will now read the will. First, let us offer our condolences for the late Mr. Harold Campbell."

He placed a hand on his chest and bowed his head respectfully. After the brief moment of silence, the lawyer opened the briefcase. Before everyone, he carefully slit the sealed envelope with a paper knife. Inside were another envelope and a small paper pouch. Opening the pouch revealed a USB.

Everyone held their breath as McCoy plugged it in.

As this unfolded, Winston’s attention drifted back to Yujin. No matter how much he tried to push it away, he couldn’t. His gaze naturally returned to him, unmoving.

Yujin sat exactly as before, staring ahead. Probably at the screen displaying the will. But Winston no longer cared about the will. His mind was consumed by Yujin. The vivid memory of his naked body from days ago resurfaced with agonizing clarity.

In his mind’s eye, Yujin sat nude on the sofa, casually feigning indifference. Winston’s arousal, which he had barely suppressed, surged again. Even as his father’s will was about to be unveiled, he was shamelessly defiling his father’s former lover with his eyes.

Slowly, Winston crossed his legs, resting an elbow on the sofa arm, his hand propping up his chin. His erection strained against his pants. In his imagination, Yujin was sprawled across the massive study desk. He saw every detail of his bare body. Winston imagined himself pulling down his zipper, offering no gentleness or respect.

Yeah, you deserve this. You let other bastards use that cheap hole of yours too, didn’t you? They’ve all sucked and devoured that sweet body countless times. That hole probably never had a moment’s rest. Who could resist you? No man would.

Filthy slut, whore, public toilet, cum dump.

Even hearing such insults, Yujin would be soaked down there. His pheromone scent thickened too. Of course. He was a slut after all. Winston’s head spun with the faint Omega scent drifting from Yujin. That must be why these filthy thoughts kept surfacing. He wasn’t even taking suppressants. Just like that night in his bedroom.

Yes. This is what you want.

Fantasy and reality blurred. Naked, Yujin sat on the sofa. Winston lifted his legs, forcing them apart. Yujin, gripping the backrest, slid down naturally until his ass met Winston’s crotch. Winston grabbed behind Yujin’s knee, exposed his hole, and pulled out his rigid cock.

Yujin looked back, his face a mix of fear and arousal, as Winston’s swollen penis nudged his entrance. As he furrowed his brows and stifled a groan, Winston swore he could almost hear Yujin’s shrill moans ringing in his ears.

At that moment—

Yujin suddenly looked straight at him.

Maybe it was instinct, drawn by the pheromones. Yes. Of course. You’re my Omega.

Winnie.

It felt as if Yujin’s voice called out softly. Winston’s mouth went dry. He couldn’t breathe. Fuck. Even with so many people around, even in this bright, wide-open world, it was the same. Only Yujin existed in his eyes.

Yujin.

His lips silently formed the name. He called his lover without a sound.

Come here.

Winnie.

Yujin smiled sweetly and spread his arms wide. He would run to him. At last, Winston would make that fantasy real. Those long, elegant legs would spread wide and his burning cock would plunge in, all at once—

"You're lying! This is a lie!"

A terrible scream shattered ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) the illusion.

Yujin’s voice. The room jolted back to reality in an instant. Winston, stunned, realized where he was. There were others in the study. Yujin wasn’t naked — he was fully dressed in that cheap suit, neat and buttoned up. And his face — frozen in shock.

Winston’s brow tightened as his mind belatedly returned to the present.