Kiss the Scumbag-Chapter 29

In that instant, Yujin's cheeks flushed hot as blood rushed to his face.

Why had he even tried to confront this man?

In the end, he was always the only one who ended up hurt.

Unable to suppress his shame and humiliation, he snapped and let out harsh words.

"Go to hell and die, Winston Atticus Campbell!"

It frustrated him that this was the harshest insult he could muster.

Clenching his teeth, Yujin turned around and stomped away, trying to put as much distance as possible between himself and Winston.

Unfortunately, it didn’t go as he wished.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, a hand snatched his arm from behind, and Yujin let out a short scream without realizing it.

Pulled back by the sudden force, his body collided hard against something rock-solid.

A jolt of pain blanked his mind for a moment.

Then he felt warmth.

That was when he realized—he hadn’t even made it a few steps.

He had already been caught by Winston.

I didn’t even sense him.

The fact that he had fallen into Winston’s grasp so easily made Yujin’s spine tingle with fear.

What is he going to do?

He didn’t have the courage to look up at his face.

"Le-let go!"

Yujin struggled to pull free, but of course, it was impossible.

Instead, Winston wrapped his other arm tightly around Yujin’s waist, pulling him even closer, as if mocking his resistance.

As Yujin gasped in shock, Winston lowered his head and spoke.

"I already granted your wish once, didn’t I?

Too bad I didn’t manage to die, though."

Instead, he had only visited death’s doorstep.

And that happened because of Yujin.

Yujin knew that well and couldn’t help but realize how harsh his words just now had been.

He was about to apologize—until he suddenly remembered all the insults this man had thrown at him over the years.

The guilt vanished without a trace.

Instead, anger toward Winston surged up once more.

"If you had died back then, Harold would have left all the inheritance to me.

Right?

He never would have made such a stupid will."

This time, Yujin thought for sure Winston would be left speechless.

Maybe he would get angry enough to slap him.

Yujin braced himself for the worst, but Winston’s reaction was completely unexpected.

His face stiffened briefly—then melted into a sweet smile.

"But darling, Father left you to me."

The hand gripping his arm slid up to Yujin’s face.

As Winston’s long fingers brushed against his cheek, Yujin instinctively held his breath and opened his eyes wide.

Staring straight at him, Winston whispered softly.

"My father’s young lover."

His fingers, which had stroked Yujin’s cheek, slid down to his neck.

In that moment, Yujin froze with fear, worried Winston might strangle him.

Winston's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"And now, I have to sleep with that lover and make a child."

His low voice carried a hint of bitter laughter.

His long, thick fingers roamed gently around Yujin’s neck.

If he applied just a little pressure, Yujin would be choking.

Yujin’s whole body trembled noticeably.

"F-fine, I’m sorry."

In the end, he surrendered to fear.

His voice came out strained and shaky.

Winston tilted his head, feigning curiosity.

"Sorry for what?"

Yujin hesitated, his eyelashes fluttering.

Why is he asking this?

Is this because of what I said before?

What answer does he want?

As Yujin stood frozen, unable to answer, Winston smiled faintly and asked again.

"For telling me to die? Or—"

There was amusement in his voice.

Still holding his breath, Yujin listened as Winston continued.

"For sleeping with my father?"

Winston tapped the back of Yujin’s neck lightly, like playing piano keys.

Yujin flinched, and Winston gripped his neck with one hand, leaning down.

So close now that their breaths mixed, Winston’s deep violet eyes stared into his.

Then, in a voice so low it was barely above a whisper, he murmured.

"Or for giving birth to my father’s child and showing up in front of me?"

Yujin couldn’t answer.

If he slipped up even slightly, he felt like Winston would really choke him.

He could feel Winston’s rage radiating through his entire body.

Yujin’s mind spun.

He needed to say something.

Anything.

If he didn’t calm Winston down—

He might kill me.

Driven by fear, Yujin’s mouth moved on its own.

With trembling eyes, he forced himself to speak.

"Harold and I... it wasn’t like that..."

He barely managed to get the words out, but Winston only let out a dry, scoffing laugh.

"Of course it wasn’t."

Yujin lost the will to speak any further.

Looking up at Winston with a crestfallen expression, he saw that the mocking curve of Winston’s lips had loosened.

The harshness in his eyes also faded.

Those deep violet eyes darkened further, like the night sky.

Then Winston’s hand, which had been gripping Yujin’s neck, slid up and gently pulled the back of his head closer.

Ah.

Yujin gasped involuntarily.

He’s going to kiss me.

He knew it.

Winston was going to kiss him.

All Yujin had to do was close his eyes.

Then their lips would touch.

They would share saliva, entangle their tongues.

Would he bite Yujin’s lower lip again like before?

Ah, if he did...

Yujin’s heart pounded violently, his whole body heating up.

It felt like he had been living for this moment.

He was convinced he wouldn’t be able to refuse this kiss.

Even if you’re like this, aren’t you still a filthy slut?

Suddenly, those words flashed through his mind.

The heat in his body instantly turned cold.

Winston’s gaze, full of contempt, also chilled.

Yujin came to his senses and realized what a mad thing he had almost done.

"W-what do you think you’re doing? Let go! Let go of me!"

Barely avoiding the kiss, Yujin shouted and struggled desperately to escape.

Winston, caught off guard by the sudden turn of events, lost his grip.

"Ah!"

"Watch out!"

As Yujin lost his balance, Winston shouted.

Yujin shut # Nоvеlight # his eyes tight, imagining himself crashing horribly to the ground.

But nothing happened.

Instead, he felt himself being pulled tightly into someone’s arms.

Winston had caught him and hit the ground himself to cushion Yujin’s fall.

"Haa... haa..."

Yujin lay there for a moment, dazed and panting.

The ground, covered in clover, was warm and firm beneath him.

Strangely, he could hear a rhythmic sound by his ear.

It took him a few seconds to realize it was Winston’s heartbeat.

"Wa-wait!"

"Where do you think you’re going."

As Yujin hurriedly tried to get up after realizing Winston was lying beneath him, Winston was faster.

He immediately wrapped his arms around Yujin’s waist and held him down again.

"Let go! I said let go!"

"Calm down."

Winston firmly hugged him tighter and buried Yujin’s face into his shoulder.

Yujin struggled as hard as he could, but it was futile.

He quickly ran out of strength, panting heavily, and eventually stopped moving.

For a while, they said nothing, just lying there together.

The steady beat of Winston’s heart, ironically, soothed Yujin.

"This feels familiar, doesn’t it."

As if reading his thoughts, Winston muttered.

It was true.

Yujin had often ended up sprawled across Winston’s body after sex.

Winston would kiss him everywhere and fondle his hips before flipping him over and starting again from the beginning.

Ah.

Maybe because the same memory flashed through his mind—

Yujin felt it.

The hard erection pressing against him.

It was unmistakable.

The thick, hard shaft that had filled him countless times before was once again standing tall beneath him.

Noticing this, Yujin’s body heated up again.