Kiss the Scumbag

Seol Yu-jin unconsciously narrowed his eyes and let out a sigh. Winston was standing merely two or three steps away, looking down at him. A man over two meters tall—his face was too high up to see properly while sitting down. As Yu-jin craned his neck to look up at him, an uncomfortable tension settled in, accompanied by an unfamiliar emotion.

If I had never met this man.

The thought resurfaced in his mind—one he had imagined countless times before. If that had been the case…

Suddenly, Winston moved. Standing so close, he spread his arms wide and grasped the armrests of the single-seat sofa where Yu-jin was sitting.

Then we…

Without taking his eyes off Yu-jin, Winston spoke.

“Baby.”

A deep, low voice. Yu-jin’s heart trembled violently, as if convulsing. Their distance had closed to the point where he could feel Winston’s breath, yet he couldn’t move at all. It was as if he were hypnotized—he couldn’t even blink, just stared at him. Their lips seemed as if they might touch at any moment. Just like that day, under the scorching sun.

If that happened, I…

Yu-jin held his breath, his long eyelashes quivering. And then, Winston whispered tenderly.

“Did you think bringing up old memories would make me so horny that I’d lose control and pounce on you?”

Yu-jin froze instantly.

The man’s violet eyes were filled with scorn and mockery. To think he had been lost in nostalgia, indulging in ridiculous fantasies in a moment like this. A wave of self-loathing crashed over him. Get a grip. Did you forget why you came here? How could you let this man toy with you like this?

“I never thought that. Me, seducing you? You’re the one with the messed-up imagination.”

Yu-jin quickly steadied himself and turned the accusation back on Winston—as if to say you’re the one lost in delusions.

He had hit a nerve, but he didn’t realize it. He only hoped his retort had some effect, even if just a little. As he laced his words with resentment and long-buried emotions, Winston’s eyes narrowed. Yu-jin held his breath and braced for his response. Then, Winston’s lips moved slowly.

“Suppressants.”

“What?”

Yu-jin reflexively asked, his voice betraying his unease. He peered into Winston’s shadowed face, backlit by the light, as a sinking feeling settled in.

Winston smirked, his lips curling in a cold sneer.

“You’re not reacting to my pheromones at all. You must’ve taken suppressants.”

Yu-jin stiffened, momentarily caught off guard. It finally dawned on him why Winston had gotten so close.

To flood the space with his pheromones.

By now, the air around him must have been thick with Winston’s scent. But Yu-jin hadn’t noticed at all.

Of course not. He couldn’t perceive the pheromones of an Extreme Alpha.

His hands, damp with cold sweat, clenched and unclenched instinctively.

Let him misunderstand. This is better.

Winston was the last person who could ever discover his weakness. If he showed even the slightest vulnerability, this man would sink his teeth in and tear him to shreds without hesitation. A chill ran down Yu-jin’s spine, his pupils trembling violently. For the first time, he felt grateful for both Winston’s prejudiced misunderstanding and his own condition. If he had instinctively reacted to the pheromones in this situation, how wretched would the outcome have been?

“This is a serious conversation. Losing my reason because of your pheromones would be… problematic.”

Yu-jin carefully chose his words. Thankfully, his voice remained steady and calm. He thought he had handled it well, but the only response he received was Winston’s derisive laughter.

“And yet you’re dripping pheromones all over the place?”

It was an accusation he hadn’t anticipated. He froze for a split second, but Winston, of course, interpreted his reaction in an entirely different way.

“There are plenty of drugs in the world. Ones that haven’t exactly been tested.”

What is he trying to say?

Tension coiled in Yu-jin’s gut as Winston continued in a slow, mocking drawl.

“For example, a suppressant that lets you leak pheromones while making you immune to others.”

Ah.

Winston’s assumption was completely wrong. It was a conclusion drawn from his own warped biases, so it was only natural that he’d arrive at the wrong answer. No matter what Yu-jin said or did, Winston would continue believing the same thing. Because in his mind, Yu-jin was nothing more than a worthless slut.

But Yu-jin had no reason to correct him. Keeping his composure, he feigned indifference and replied coolly, “Not like you react to my pheromones anyway.”

Winston didn’t respond right away. Unexpectedly, he simply held Yu-jin’s gaze, studying him in silence. Anxiety crept in as Yu-jin waited for his reaction.

“Yu-jin.”

Winston suddenly called his name in a low voice.

The next moment, he leaned in—fast, sudden, and overwhelming. Yu-jin flinched violently. Winston was so close that even the slightest movement would make their lips touch. Holding him captive with his piercing gaze, Winston spoke.

“You really are a fucking idiot, taking illegal suppressants just to protect your pathetic pride. Don’t tell me you don’t know the side effects—mental instability, infertility?”

Then, his eyes narrowed as he sneered.

“Though I suppose you’d actually prefer that. If you ended up sterile, you’d be free to spread your legs and fuck around as much as you want.”

Winston had crossed the line so effortlessly.

Yu-jin couldn’t take it anymore. He moved to stand up, but Winston was faster. He shoved Yu-jin back down by the shoulder. A short cry escaped his lips as he collapsed ungracefully onto the sofa.

With a sharp crash, the teacup he had been holding slipped from his grasp and shattered on the floor. But Yu-jin had no time to care.

Because in the very next second, Winston crushed his lips against his.

***

“Ah—”

“……Mmph…”

A feeble breath escaped Yu-jin’s lips at the suddenness of it all. His mind couldn’t process what was happening. Winston was kissing him.

Why?

His head was a mess, overflowing with confusion. Not even when he had read the contents of the will had he fallen into such a panic. Right now, it felt like entire planets were exploding in front of him, leaving him completely disoriented. What the hell was going on?

“N-No, let go…”

He tried to turn his face away, but Winston immediately grabbed the back of his head and pressed their lips together again. Trapped between the man’s massive body and the sofa, Yu-jin couldn’t move an inch and had no choice but to endure Winston’s forceful kiss. Even though he knew it was futile, he still struggled to push him away.

Then, just as his strength faltered for a brief moment, Winston slid his tongue across Yu-jin’s clenched teeth and gave a quiet command.

“Stick out your tongue.”

If Winston had tried to break him by sheer force, Yu-jin would have fought back with everything he had. He would have resisted with every ounce of his being, refusing to submit no matter what.

But unexpectedly, Winston didn’t force him.

“Hurry up.”

He murmured the words against Yu-jin’s lips, nibbling on them lightly before pulling back just enough to whisper. The unexpected gentleness made Yu-jin freeze, hesitating. Sensing his reaction, Winston traced the soft inner flesh of his lower lip with his tongue before slowly sucking on it.

It was a coaxing kiss, urging rather than taking. The tension gripping Yu-jin’s body loosened slightly, and somewhere deep inside, a dull ache began to spread.

Ah…

A quiet sigh slipped out of him. His rigid posture slackened, his shoulders sinking.

The moment his clenched teeth relaxed ever so slightly, Winston seized the opportunity and slipped his tongue inside.

“Mm… ngh…”

Yu-jin thought he heard the sound of his own moan, but he wasn’t sure. He gasped softly and closed his eyes.

His hands, which had been desperately pushing against Winston’s chest, lost all strength and slid downward. Immediately, Winston pressed in further, his strong arms wrapping around Yu-jin’s waist and pulling him close. Their bodies pressed together, heat and muscle unmistakable even through the layers of fabric. Yu-jin could feel him—every inch of him—right down to the very core of his being.

Winnie.

He repeated the name in his mind as he raised his arms.

When he wrapped them around Winston’s neck, the man let out a low, pleased groan and lowered a hand, grabbing his ass.

The sudden squeeze made Yu-jin shudder, his breath hitching in surprise—but he didn’t hate it.

If anything, his breathing turned more erratic, his chest rising and falling with the building excitement. Winston kneaded the soft flesh in his grip as he continued to explore Yu-jin’s mouth, his tongue licking and teasing with slow, deliberate strokes.

What do I do…

Yu-jin felt like he was teetering on the edge of a cliff.

This is wrong.

His mind knew it, screamed it, but his body wouldn’t stop.

Winston knew exactly where Yu-jin’s weaknesses lay. And he was exploiting every single one of them.

Of course he did.

Winston was Yu-jin’s first man—and his only one. Everything he knew about sex, he had learned from him.