Kiss the Scumbag

“Ah, yes……”

A heated moan escaped on its own. His hips moved instinctively, and he couldn’t stop his body from grinding. Every time Winston’s tongue brushed against the sensitive spots inside his mouth, Yu-jin writhed in frustration, unsure of what to do. He could already feel his entrance growing damp. The scent of Winston’s pheromones had thickened as if he were in a heat cycle.

He could feel the hardness of the man’s erection pressing against his groin. There was no doubt that Winston was aroused. Realizing this, a feverish heat spread through Yu-jin’s belly as well.

The worn-out jeans were thin enough for Winston to savor the softness of his body, but that wasn’t enough. Wrapping one arm around Yu-jin’s waist, Winston slid his hand into his pants.

“…Ah!”

Yu-jin flinched, their lips breaking apart as a gasp spilled from him. As if punishing him for interrupting the kiss, Winston immediately pressed their lips together again, capturing his tongue and sucking it possessively. His hand, which had been boldly groping bare skin, now grew even greedier. Grasping one of Yu-jin’s cheeks, he pulled him closer, spreading the narrow space between them.

As his fingers brushed over the tightly clenched entrance, Winston used his other hand to spread the soft folds, stroking over the twitching ridges. His fingertips were soon coated in the slick wetness seeping out.

A flicker of something crossed Winston’s sharp brows before he suddenly withdrew his hand. He pulled back, breaking the kiss, and raised his head. Yu-jin, hazy with arousal, came into view—his breath ragged, cheeks flushed red. Looking down at him, Winston whispered sweetly.

“Even after all this, you’re still going to say you’re not a slut?”

It was like being doused with cold water. Yu-jin’s eyes snapped wide open as he stared up at him. The man who had been kissing him so tenderly, driving him into a frenzy just moments ago, was gone. In his place was someone completely different—gazing down at him with nothing but disdain and disgust.

What the hell am I doing?

Reality crashed down on him, bringing a wave of self-loathing. What the fuck have I done? He had never lost himself like this before. He’d spent years on his own, getting by just fine—so why was he now acting like he was sex-starved? Losing his mind over a damn kiss?

“You were the one who kissed me first.”

Yu-jin forced the words out, his voice barely more than a rasp. He wanted to throw the blame back at Winston, but even to his own ears, there was no strength in his tone.

“And you responded like you were just waiting for it.”

Winston’s response was a sneer.

At least Yu-jin didn’t have to scramble for something to say—Winston kept going on his own.

“You’ve only been staying at the estate for a few days, and you already couldn’t hold back? You really must be incapable of living without sex.”

The sheer condescension in his tone, the way he shook his head as if he were looking at something pathetic, made something in Yu-jin snap.

“Did you even come here to have a conversation? Or was your goal all along to call me a whore, a slut, and every other insult you could think of?”

Yu-jin surprised even himself with his sudden surge of defiance. But of course, Winston remained completely unfazed.

“It’s the truth, isn’t it? Am I wrong?”

He spread his arms, a smirk tugging at his lips. That expression, so infuriatingly smug, made Yu-jin want to punch him in the face.

“Winston Campbell, do you have no sense of basic decency?”

For the first time, Yu-jin raised his voice, but Winston remained composed as he replied in that same calm tone.

“Were we ever in a relationship where courtesy mattered?”

Yu-jin couldn’t hold back any longer. He shot to his feet, glaring up at Winston, who had only stepped back by a fraction. His words came out sharp and unrestrained.

“Move. If insulting me is all you came for, then I’m leaving.”

Brushing past him deliberately, Yu-jin strode straight for the door without hesitation. He had already decided—he would take the child and leave this mansion for good.

But just as he reached for the door, Winston spoke.

“Sit back down.”

Yu-jin hesitated for a brief moment, but the voice that followed was chilling, merciless.

“If you want the money.”

His body tensed instinctively. He was ready to shout that Winston could take his damn money and shove it—until, in an instant, Angela’s face flashed before his eyes.

And just like that, he was paralyzed.

Remember why you’re here.

Where had the resolve he had drilled into himself over and over gone? Was he really going to throw everything away over a bruised ego? And what about the child?

Fine. So I lost control for a moment.

So what?

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

Slowly, Yu-jin squared his shoulders.

There are men who hold goddamn group orgies just to release their pheromones.

He let out a deep breath, tilting his head back briefly as he repeated his mantra in his mind. Then, without another word, he turned back. Step by step, he walked back to his seat.

Winston watched with a smug expression, his gaze heavy with arrogance as Yu-jin obeyed his command without resistance. Only after Yu-jin settled into the chair again, posture straight, did Winston finally speak.

“I’ve thought about it.”

Seated on the couch a short distance away, Winston spoke casually, drawing out the moment. Yu-jin sat stiffly, every nerve in his body on edge. He was finally getting to the point. After dragging him through humiliation, only now—acting as if nothing had happened—was Winston ready to talk.

“There’s no way to overturn my father’s will. At least, not right now.”

“Then…”

Yu-jin started to speak, but his breath caught, and he shut his mouth. No, there had to be more. Winston had to have found a way. Otherwise, why would he have called him here?

Please…

He couldn’t stop the fragile thread of hope from clinging to Winston’s next words. His desperate gaze locked onto the man before him.

Winston met Yu-jin’s pleading eyes without a flicker of emotion. He reached into the inner pocket of his suit, pulling out a cigarette case.

The moment stretched unbearably long. It was only a matter of seconds—Winston taking out a cigarette, lighting it with practiced ease—but to Yu-jin, it felt like an eternity.

Finally, after exhaling a long stream of smoke, Winston spoke.

“We need to get married.”

***

Is this man insane?

“I’m perfectly sane, Yu-jin.”

As if reading his mind, Winston pointed it out in that slow, deliberate tone of his. But Yu-jin still couldn’t believe it. If Winston wasn’t the one who had lost his mind, then was it him? Was he hallucinating? Maybe that was the only explanation. Because there was no way Winston had just proposed marriage to him.

Seeing Yu-jin’s confusion, Winston drove the reality home once more.

“You heard me correctly. We need to get married, Yu-jin. And we need to have a child.”

His voice was so emotionless, so purely businesslike, that it was almost impressive in a twisted way. To say something like let’s get married and have a kid with such casual indifference—Winston truly was something else.

“No, you’re insane.”

Yu-jin shook his head, still rejecting the words outright. Because otherwise, none of this made sense. Winston, of all people, wanted to marry him? To have a child with him? No rational person would say something so absurd.

Especially not after just humiliating him like that.

“I’m handling my pheromones regularly.”

He wasn’t saying this because he was out of his mind with pheromone-induced desperation. That’s what Winston was implying. Yu-jin suddenly found himself wondering exactly how Winston was handling them.

Pheromone parties.

Harold’s will resurfaced in his mind. It was obvious. While they had been apart, Winston had definitely been going to pheromone parties. Otherwise, there would have been no reason for Harold to include such a specific clause in his will.

It made perfect sense—that was just how Winston’s biology worked.

There was nothing surprising about it. And even if there were other, less innocent motives behind it, Yu-jin had no right to feel any kind of way about it. Winston’s personal life had nothing to do with him. It never had, and it never would.

“I’m not marrying you. So think of another way—you can do that.”

Yu-jin lifted his chin, defiance burning in his gaze. The sheer laziness of this solution was almost laughable. But the reaction he got wasn’t the one he expected.

“There isn’t one. Nothing.”

Winston’s voice remained just as indifferent.

“There’s no way to alter the will. The only way for us to inherit is through one path—you and I must get married and have a child. Within a year.”

It felt like Winston was sealing him inside a coffin and hammering in the nails one by one. Yu-jin’s stomach churned. His mind reeled.

“No. Absolutely not.”