Kiss the Scumbag-Chapter 36

Winston's eyes suddenly turned gold.

If Yujin could smell his pheromones, he would’ve collapsed from the overwhelming pressure and begged for his life in tears. Fortunately, he couldn’t smell them—so he wasn’t in danger of that. But even Yujin knew that a change in eye color was a warning sign.

“Is that all you have to say?”

Winston asked. As usual, his voice was calm, utterly devoid of emotion.

Had it not been for the color of his eyes, Yujin wouldn’t have realized how furious he truly was.

And maybe that was even more dangerous.

When anger reaches its peak, it turns cold.

If he were in his right mind, Yujin would’ve backed down by now.

But he wasn’t.

He had been drinking, and under the lingering influence of pheromones, his mind was far softer than usual.

He wasn’t capable of making a rational decision.

“If that’s what you think of me, fine, I’ll give it {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} to you. I’ll fuck everyone I meet, just like you said. That way you can finally feel vindicated, right? I’ll be proving your point, won’t I?”

He spat the words out with full sarcasm—and the release was exhilarating.

Letting out all the emotions he’d been holding in felt almost like liberation.

Haa... haa...

Yujin’s shoulders rose and fell as he gasped, his breath shaky and uneven.

Winston simply watched him in silence.

The golden gleam in his narrow eyes flickered like a flame.

“If you’re done, then let’s carry out the will.”

Winston’s voice was serene as he tugged off the bowtie he’d been wearing around his neck.

“Huh?”

Caught off guard by the sudden words, Yujin blinked dumbly, a stupid sound escaping from his lips.

Meanwhile, Winston tossed his jacket aside, then yanked open his shirt with rough hands and let it fall to the floor.

“Think about why we got married, darling.”

His voice, twisted with a smirk, dripped with ridicule.

Still staring at Yujin, Winston walked over.

Just a few long strides and he stood right before him.

He lifted one knee onto the bed.

Startled, Yujin tried to scoot away, but there was nowhere to run.

Winston grabbed his ankle easily and pulled without hesitation.

Yujin was dragged helplessly onto the bed, collapsing like a puppet with its strings cut.

Winston leaned in with a grin in his voice.

“We need to make a baby.”

Yujin, who turned pale in an instant, was pinned under Winston’s body.

He stared blankly up at the massive man casting a shadow over his face.

No—that wasn’t right.

He couldn’t move.

His whole body was frozen.

He saw Winston leaning down.

Instinctively, Yujin’s brow furrowed as he tried to retreat, but this time, he was caught by the shoulders.

“You haven’t forgotten your duty, have you, darling?”

Winston tilted his head with a bitter smile.

Yujin braced for a kiss, but he was wrong.

Winston buried his face in Yujin’s neck and inhaled deeply.

Only then did Yujin realize—he was checking for pheromones.

Winston took two long breaths, exhaling slowly, then lifted his gaze to stare straight into Yujin’s eyes.

“You didn’t take your suppressant.”

“...What?”

Flustered, Yujin blinked as Winston narrowed his eyes sharply and continued.

“I told you to take the real stuff, didn’t I?”

Ah.

Yujin finally understood. But he had no excuse.

He wasn’t in the habit of taking suppressants—he had simply forgotten.

He didn’t have the time or money to buy them, and though he could’ve asked the butler, Cain, for help, it hadn’t even crossed his mind.

That was the truth.

But of course, Winston didn’t take it that way.

He assumed something else entirely.

“Don’t even think about getting knocked up by some other guy and pretending it’s mine. That shit won’t fly.”

As expected, Winston believed Yujin had intentionally skipped the suppressant to sleep around.

Yujin’s fear gave way to a brief flare of anger.

“There’s always that sacred DNA test, isn’t there?”

He sneered, mimicking Winston’s tone, but it didn’t land.

Compared to Winston, Yujin was leagues behind in this game.

“I’m not that lovesick idiot anymore.”

Winston replied, curling his lips into a sneer.

Yujin had no response. He shut his mouth.

Apparently satisfied with that silence, Winston leaned in again.

He was going to kiss him.

Yujin turned his head at the last second to avoid it—only for Winston to grab his chin and force him to face forward.

“Don’t waste time. This is your duty.”

He growled the words through clenched teeth and continued.

“Just do what you always do. Open your legs and stay still. This isn’t because I want to fuck your filthy hole.”

Yujin glared at him with wide, furious eyes.

But Winston wasn’t fazed.

He only smirked in return.

“So don’t spill anything and keep it tight. We’re not stopping till you’re pregnant—only then does this end, right?”

The cruel taunt struck Yujin like a slap.

He responded without thinking, the words bursting out before he could stop himself.

“Like when I got pregnant with Angela, you mean?”

Winston’s face turned to stone in an instant.

His jaw clenched.

“Don’t mention that child in front of me.”

The grip on Yujin’s chin tightened, making him grimace in pain.

Winston looked down at him and warned—

“Or I might kill you.”

To Winston, Angela was proof of betrayal.

He believed she was Harold’s child.

Of course he would never imagine she could be his.

Extreme Alphas can control fertilization.

If Winston had fathered the child, he would’ve known.

Yujin felt a knot of emotion rise in his chest at the thought of how Winston viewed the child.

How would Angela feel if she knew?

He planned to take that truth to his grave, but the guilt gnawed at him.

Someday... should I tell her? For Angie’s sake?

Their eyes met just as Winston leaned in again.

For a moment, something unspoken passed between them.

What would happen if I resisted?

The thought suddenly came to Yujin.

If I pushed him away... If I told him I won’t sleep with him...

A surge of reckless impulse rose up—

But what Yujin did was close his eyes.

And immediately, Winston’s lips met his like he’d been waiting for it.

It’s meaningless to resist.

Yujin gave in to reality.

They were already bound by a contract.

Winston would make him fulfill the will—no matter what.

He had married him for that very purpose.

Feeling the heavy weight climb on top of him, Yujin let out a soft gasp.

The pressure, unfamiliar after so long, made his body tremble and his breath come short.

“Mmgh...”

Winston’s lips pressed down roughly, biting hard as if to devour him.

His movements were violent—like he wanted to show how furious he was.

The neatly buttoned shirt Yujin wore was torn apart, his bare skin exposed without filter.

Yujin reflexively tried to cover himself, but Winston immediately pinned his wrists.

“Ah—ow! That hurts!”

His arms were bent back mercilessly, and Yujin cried out.

But Winston said nothing.

He held both of Yujin’s wrists above his head and stared.

His eyes, now returned to purple, scanned every inch of Yujin’s naked body.

Haa...

Winston exhaled—a sound halfway between a sigh and a groan.

Yujin flushed with shame under his gaze.

He struggled, but Winston’s grip didn’t budge.

After a long moment of staring down at him, Winston suddenly let go.

Yujin was free—

But it didn’t last.

Winston grabbed him and flipped him over, shoving him down by the shoulder.

His hand moved to Yujin’s waistband.