Kiss the Scumbag-Chapter 19

"Ah, yes..."

A heated moan slipped out on its own.

Yujin couldn't stop his hips from moving and his ass from swaying on their own.

Every time Winston’s tongue brushed against a sensitive spot inside his mouth, Yujin grew more desperate, unable to contain himself.

He could already feel his hole beginning to get wet.

Winston’s pheromones had grown thick, like he was in the middle of a heat cycle.

Yujin could feel the man's cock swelling against his groin.

It was obvious Winston was just as aroused.

Realizing that made Yujin's stomach heat up.

The worn-out jeans were so thin that Winston could savor the soft flesh beneath, yet it still wasn’t enough for him.

Holding Yujin’s waist with one arm, Winston shoved his hand into Yujin’s pants.

"Ah!"

Yujin flinched, his body recoiling, and their lips parted as his gasp escaped.

As if to punish him for interrupting the kiss, Winston immediately pressed their mouths together again and seized Yujin’s tongue harshly.

His hand, which had been grabbing Yujin's bare skin without hesitation, now grew rougher, grabbing a cheek and pulling him closer as if even that wasn’t enough.

When a narrow gap revealed Yujin’s small entrance, Winston spread his fingers and stroked the tightly puckered wrinkles.

The faint wetness had already soaked Winston’s fingers.

Winston's handsome brows twisted for a moment.

Pulling his hand out, he lifted his head and separated their lips.

Yujin’s face, dazed with arousal and flushed red as he panted, came into his view.

Looking down at him sweetly, Winston whispered.

"Even like this, you’re still saying you’re not a slut?"

It felt like cold water had been poured over his head.

Yujin's eyes widened as he looked up.

The man who had been kissing him so sweetly, making him tremble with excitement just moments ago, had vanished.

What remained was a stranger, glaring down at him with eyes full of disgust and contempt.

What the hell did I just do.

Reality and self-loathing crashed down on him.

What the fuck have I done?

It had never been like this before.

He’d been living just fine alone for years now, and yet just a kiss had left him this ruined, as if starved for sex.

"You were the one who kissed me first."

Yujin forced the words out of his mouth.

He wanted to shift the blame to Winston, but even he could hear how pathetic his voice sounded.

"And you responded right away, like you were waiting for it."

As expected, all he got in return was ridicule.

Gratefully, Winston continued without Yujin having to say anything more.

"You’ve only been at the estate for a few days and you couldn’t even hold out?

You really can’t live without sex, can you?"

With his head tilted and eyes full of pity, Winston’s condescension pushed Yujin past his limit.

"Was this what you wanted to talk to me about?

To call me a whore and a slut right to my face?"

Yujin snapped without thinking, surprising even himself.

But Winston remained utterly unaffected.

"It’s true, isn’t it? Am I wrong?"

Opening his arms with a smirk, Winston acted as if it was obvious.

Yujin truly felt anger rising.

"Winston Campbell, don’t you have any decency?"

For the first time, he raised his voice.

But Winston calmly replied, completely unfazed.

"Did we ever have that kind of relationship?"

Yujin couldn’t bear it anymore and shot up from his seat.

Staring up at Winston, who had stepped back just slightly, he spoke coldly.

"Move. If insulting me was your only purpose, I’m leaving."

Without hesitation, Yujin pushed past him and stormed toward the door.

He was ready to grab his child and leave the mansion entirely when Winston’s voice suddenly cut through the air.

"Sit back down."

Yujin hesitated.

Behind him, Winston's voice was chillingly cold and ruthless.

"If you want the money."

He had been ready to yell that Winston could keep the damn money, but right then, Angela’s face flashed through his mind.

It was enough to freeze him in place like shackles binding his feet.

Why did I come here in the first place?

Where did all those vows go?

Was he really going to throw everything away over his pride?

What about his child?

Right. He had let his desire get the better of him for a moment.

So what?

It wasn’t like they slept together. It was just a kiss.

Yujin slowly straightened his shoulders.

There were men who fucked each other in groups just to release pheromones.

Pausing there for a while, Yujin closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and let out a long breath.

After repeating his vow to himself once more, he turned back and returned to his seat.

Winston looked down at Yujin’s submissive return with a smug expression, satisfied by his obedience.

Only after Yujin sat properly again did Winston finally speak.

"I thought about it."

Seated a little distance away on the sofa, Winston started, and Yujin braced himself nervously.

This time, it seemed they were finally getting to the point.

After humiliating him to his heart’s content, Winston now wore a detached expression as if none of it had happened.

"There’s no way to nullify Father’s will right now."

"Then..."

Yujin hastily opened his mouth but fell silent.

There had to be something else.

Winston wouldn’t have called him here otherwise, right?

Yes, there must be a way.

Please.

Unable to abandon that fragile hope, Yujin stared desperately at Winston.

As if savoring Yujin’s anticipation, Winston slowly pulled out a cigarette case from his suit pocket.

The seconds it took him to light it and exhale a long stream of smoke felt like an eternity to Yujin.

Finally, Winston’s lips moved.

"We have to get married."

Is this man insane?

"I'm perfectly sane, Yujin."

As if reading his mind, Winston spoke in a slow drawl.

But Yujin still couldn’t believe it.

If he wasn’t crazy, then was Yujin the insane one?

Was he hallucinating right now?

Maybe he was.

Because Winston proposing marriage to him was simply impossible.

Seeing Yujin caught up in confusion, Winston drove reality back into him.

"You heard me right.

We have to get married, Yujin.

And we need to have a child."

His voice was frighteningly indifferent.

To speak so flatly about marriage and children... it was astonishing in a different way.

"No. You're insane."

Yujin immediately shook his head, still denying it.

There was no way.

Was he seriously talking about marrying him?

Having a child too?

Anyone sane would never say something like that.

Just a moment ago, he was insulting me like trash.

"I release my pheromones regularly."

It wasn’t like his head was clouded by pheromones.

That’s what Winston was saying.

For a brief moment, Yujin wondered how he handled that.

Pheromone parties.

Harold’s will flashed through Yujin’s mind.

The fact that Winston had been attending pheromone parties during their time apart was obvious.

If he hadn’t, Harold wouldn’t have mentioned it in his will.

Of course.

That’s just how Winston’s body worked.

It wasn’t something to be surprised about.

No # Nоvеlight # matter what other shady intentions he might have had, Yujin had no right to feel negatively about it.

It had nothing to do with him — and it never would.

"I won’t marry you.

Think of something else. You can do that, can’t you?"

Yujin glared at Winston defiantly, lifting his chin.

As if to say this lazy, absurd solution was beyond belief.

But Winston’s reply crushed all his hopes.

"There’s nothing else."

His voice remained dry and unconcerned.

"There’s no way to change the will.

The only way for us to inherit is simple.

You and I get married, have a child, and do it within one year."

Yujin felt like Winston had nailed him inside a coffin and was hammering the lid shut.

His stomach churned and his mind spun.

"No. That’s impossible."