Kiss the Scumbag-Chapter 44

Working this late?

Yujin was taken aback. But if that’s the reason Winston hadn’t sought him out after returning, it made sense. Maybe he had simply been too busy with work to bother.

Extreme Alphas didn’t get drunk or addicted. It was said that it took an absurd amount of alcohol to even make them tipsy. So there was no way he was intoxicated from just one bottle of whiskey.

Which meant... whatever was about to happen would all occur with a completely sober mind.

Yujin set his jaw and lifted his chin. What more could possibly go wrong? He’d already heard the worst possible things.

Closing the door behind him, Yujin summoned his courage and took a step forward. The closer he got to Winston, the faster his heart pounded with anxious dread, but he didn’t stop.

And then, amid his nervous thoughts, he suddenly noticed something different about the room. He hadn’t realized it the night before, but now he saw that something was missing. The large vase that had sat on the central table the first time he was lured into this room was gone. He vaguely recalled hearing a loud crash from behind a closed door at some point... but there was no way to confirm it.

Trying not to make noise, Yujin dragged the chair opposite Winston and sat down. Even then, Winston didn’t look up—still focused on the tablet.

The silence was deafening. Winston showed no sign of speaking, and Yujin, uncomfortable with the awkward tension, didn’t dare break it first. What good would come from this man opening his mouth, anyway?

But Yujin was the one at a disadvantage here. If things went sour with Winston, only he would lose. Thinking of Angela’s face, Yujin forced himself to summon the courage to speak.

"Um, thank you for giving Angie her own room..."

He meant to express gratitude, but Winston cut him off without even lifting his head.

"Wait."

Yujin nearly let out an incredulous laugh. What was he, a dog being trained? Was Winston trying to tame him, or was he just saying he was no better than a dog? Yujin stared at him with wounded eyes, and finally, Winston spoke.

"I have something urgent to finish. It’ll just take a minute."

His voice was completely calm. His face, too, betrayed no change. And realizing it wasn’t for some petty, childish reason, Yujin felt a little ashamed.

Don’t overreact. You already decided to just go along with him for now.

Still, one thing needed to be said. Yujin sat and waited, determined to let Winston finish what he was doing. But time dragged on with no end in sight. Yujin had to rub his eyes several times just to stay awake.

Another yawn crept up his throat when—tap—Winston finally set the tablet down on the table. Yujin straightened his posture, waiting until Winston took another drink before speaking.

"I’d appreciate it if you stopped treating me like some kind of pet."

He flinched when their eyes met, but didn’t let it show and forced himself to finish the line he’d prepared. Good. You ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) said it. He silently praised himself—until Winston replied.

"Of course I don’t think of you as a dog."

Then, narrowing his eyes, Winston sneered.

"Dogs are loyal."

Unlike you.

Yujin could hear the unspoken words all too clearly. Winston was accusing him of betrayal. Was it his pride that had been wounded, or his heart? Yujin burned with fury—but held it in.

"Thank you for giving Angie that room. She was really happy."

Everything he said and did was for Angela. Repeating that to himself, he forced his voice to stay calm. Winston lifted his glass with a twisted smile.

"Considering you’ll crawl into bed with any garbage you find, it’s safer to keep her where I can see her."

Yujin’s patience snapped. He’d tried to endure for his daughter, but Winston wouldn’t let him. Grinding his teeth, he fought to keep his voice low and even as he hissed, ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

"Who do you think I’d sleep with? This is your house. Who the hell would dare try anything with your so-called spouse?"

He trembled despite himself. Winston furrowed his brow and scoffed at him.

"Who knows. But you can’t live without men, can you?"

That was it. Yujin’s restraint shattered. Glaring at Winston, he spat between clenched teeth.

"Fine."

His breath came out ragged. Winston, as if the conversation were over, poured himself another drink. Watching him, Yujin muttered bitterly.

"Do whatever the hell you want, bastard."

It was the first time in his life Yujin had said something so vulgar aloud. His heart pounded like it might give out from the shock of his own words. Winston’s hand froze mid-pour, and his gaze shifted.

His expression was unreadable, but the reaction was different from before—there was something like surprise, maybe even genuine shock. Yujin’s heart raced again, for a different reason.

This was probably the first time anyone had dared to call Winston Campbell a bastard to his face.

For a moment, Winston simply stared. Then, in slow motion, he set down his glass. His eyes never left Yujin’s face. The corners of his mouth began to curve upward—not a real smile, of course.

"Interesting. Go on."

Leaning back in his chair, Winston gestured as if inviting more. As if truly amused. But Yujin’s courage had already run dry.

"If you speak to me that way, I’ll respond accordingly."

He tried to sound calm, but his voice trembled. A tense silence stretched between them. Winston just stared, saying nothing. Yujin stayed silent too—because he honestly didn’t know what else to say. As for Winston, who could tell?

Then Winston finally spoke.

"Looks like you’re done talking. Then shall we get to business?"

He stood first, grabbed Yujin’s arm, and pulled him to his feet. Yujin let out a startled yelp. Winston immediately yanked him into his arms and whispered sweetly,

"It’s time to make a baby, sweetheart."

Yujin’s face went utterly pale. Winston gave a short laugh at the expression—but they both knew he wasn’t actually amused.

Without hesitation, Winston lifted him and carried him toward the bed. A room that had seemed so spacious just minutes ago now felt suffocatingly small. In just a few steps, Winston reached the bed and dropped Yujin onto it with careless ease. As Yujin’s body bounced lightly off the mattress, Winston climbed on top.

"Mm—mmph!"

There wasn’t even time to dodge before their lips collided. Winston’s tongue pushed into his parted lips without hesitation, ravaging him. Yujin squeezed his eyes shut, struggling to endure. Think of Angie. Angie. My daughter.

Winston’s hands roughly stripped away Yujin’s clothes, baring him in seconds. The bruises and marks from past nights still covered his skin. Winston paused and stared down at Yujin’s naked body. His breathing quickened—Yujin could hear it. A large hand grabbed his thigh and forced it open. Yujin instinctively tightened his knees, but it didn’t matter. His legs were pried apart effortlessly, and Winston positioned himself in between. Yujin barely caught sight of his zipper being pulled down.

He clenched his eyes shut, every muscle tensing, praying it would be over quickly—

"...Yujin?"

Winston suddenly said his name. Not "whore." Not "slut." Just Yujin. The realization flickered dimly in his dazed mind—but he couldn’t hold onto it.

"Hah, hah, hah..."

His breath came in sharp gasps, circling in his mouth without reaching his lungs. He couldn’t breathe. Though he was inhaling, it felt like he was suffocating. His face turned pale as he clutched at his throat with both hands.

"Yujin, snap out of it! Yujin!"

Winston shouted again and again—but Yujin didn’t calm down. His breathing only grew worse.

"Yujin...!"

The last thing he saw was Winston’s ashen face—then Yujin blacked out.