Yujin’s dragging steps finally ca to a halt. His gaze drifted down toward the party below. n stood in groups, laughing, chatting over glasses of alcohol with polished charm.
Are they laughing at too? Calling a whore behind my back?
His whole body shivered, a wave of goosebumps spreading as he stood frozen. For a long mont, he hesitated, needing more courage to act on the thought forming in his mind. He looked down over the banister, where guests gathered in small clusters.
I know better than anyone just how filthy and worthless I am.
The voice — the one he had tried to forget — returned, whispering into his ear like a ghost. It chilled him, yes, but at the sa ti, it gave him the final push he needed. There was no reason to hesitate anymore.
I’m trash anyway.
Yujin lifted his chin and began walking down the stairs with conviction. He had no face left to save, no dignity to uphold. Those things belonged to the noble people of this house, not to him.
He entered the hall and swept his gaze across the room. A group of five or six n caught his eye. One of them looked up, their eyes eting. Yujin forced his lips into a smile. His heart pounded like a drum. His fingers trembled. But not once did he think of stopping.
The man nudged the one beside him and gestured toward Yujin. One by one, the others turned to look. They murmured among themselves, watching him, until one stepped forward.
“Hey, we talked earlier, rember?”
The man smiled as he approached. A faint scent hung in the air near his nose.
This one’s an Alpha.
The pheromones loosened sothing inside him. Yujin smiled hazily and reached for the glass in the man’s hand. The Alpha watched as Yujin took it and slowly tipped the remaining champagne down his throat. Not once did Yujin blink as he stared directly into the man’s eyes.
“Ha...”
Glass empty, he let out a short breath. The alcohol and the scent made his head spin, softening him from the inside out. He raised the empty glass, and the man reached for it. As Yujin let it go, his fingers brushed along the man’s hand in a slow, deliberate stroke, smiling faintly.
“Now you’ll rember .”
The man’s eyes lit up, and the scent of pheromones thickened.
“You’re not on suppressants.”
His voice was low, quiet. He glanced behind him and gave a subtle nod. The n watching began to move. As they approached, Yujin thought:
See? I can do this too.
His breath ca faster. Looking down at him, the Alpha whispered:
“I really like your scent.”
A long drag of cigarette smoke cut through the air in a straight line before diffusing into the night. Winston stood alone in the garden, smoking and deep in thought.
It’s all but finished now.
He had warned Yujin — that ant Yujin wouldn’t dare provoke him again. No more disappearing acts. No more flirting with anyone else. Winston liked that.
Now all that’s left is the child.
The oga who bore his father’s child would now bear his. The thought made him let out a bitter, self-deprecating laugh.
Ah, fuck.
His eyes narrowed as his face twisted, sucking in another lungful of smoke.
Can’t believe I’m this turned on just thinking about knocking up that whore.
His cock was stiff against his thigh, swelling beneath his trousers. Winston focused harder on his cigarette to suppress it, but before he realized it, he’d stopped smoking entirely.
I’m just doing what the will demands.
With no hope of calming his arousal, Winston gave up and crushed the cigarette out. As he walked back toward the hall, his steps were heavy — thanks to the bulge beneath his belt.
“Mr. Campbell.”
Winston had just re-entered through the garden when Cain spotted him and quickly approached. There was a rare flicker of unease on the normally stoic butler’s face, which made Winston pause.
Cain didn’t waste ti.
“I believe, uh... the younger Mr. Campbell may be... intoxicated. It might be best if ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) he rests for the night.”
He was referring to Yujin. Winston’s brow furrowed, and Cain hesitantly pointed to one side. Following his gaze, Winston froze.
“Ahahaha!”
Yujin was laughing — laughing loud and full — his body trembling with mirth. A crowd of n surrounded him now, more than ten, seated all around him on a large sofa. Yujin was nestled in the center, with n beside him, in front of him, behind him, like a display. He doubled over, clutching his sides, laughing at sothing one of them had said. One man took Yujin’s empty glass while another handed him a fresh one. As he accepted it with a smile, another hand reached for him — but Yujin playfully slapped it away and said:
“I told you not to touch without permission. Naughty boys get punished.”
The n burst into laughter. All around him, hands shot into the air.
“Punish , Yujin!”
“No, ! Hit !”
“Yujin, what about ? I want to be punished!”
Yujin laughed even louder, genuinely amused, as if drunk on joy.
“What should I dooo...”
His words were slightly slurred. Maybe Cain was right — he was at least a little drunk. Stroking his chin, Yujin looked over his fawning followers and tugged one of them forward by the tie.
“How about a kiss?”
At his gentle whisper, the man’s expression crumbled with delight. He leaned forward, ready to mount Yujin’s lap, arm slipping around his waist, mouth drawing near—
“Let’s stop it there.”
A frigid voice cut through the air. The man flinched and recoiled instinctively. In the next mont, Winston reached out.
“Ah!”
With one powerful yank, he pulled Yujin from the sofa as if ripping him loose. The younger man flew into Winston’s arms, limp and stunned. Holding him tight, Winston swept his gaze across the group. He said nothing — but the thick cloud of pheromones radiating from him said enough.
“Uh... M-Mr. Winston...”
One of the n stamred, trying to speak — but Winston didn’t respond. He turned sharply and carried Yujin away, his heavy steps silencing the entire room. No one dared follow.
The mont the door opened, Winston flung Yujin violently onto the bed. His body bounced off the mattress and sank into it. Gasping, Yujin struggled to collect himself, startled by the sudden movent. Looking down at him, Winston snarled:
“Can you seriously not go one day without wrapping yourself around so man?”
His voice ca through clenched teeth, laced with venom. Yujin fought off his dizziness and looked up, face flushed with fury.
This man — he was always ready to tear him down. No matter what Yujin did, Winston would react the sa.
So what’s the point in trying?
“What’s the problem?”
Yujin snapped, voice rough.
“Why does it matter? Why do you care who I kiss or sleep with?”
The retort caught Winston off guard, his expression twisting.
“You’re married to .”
He growled, barely holding back.
“Do you not understand what that ans? It ans you belong to .”
“You’re wrong. We signed a contract. I don’t belong to anyone.”
Yujin fired back without backing down.
“I’m a whore, aren’t I? That’s what you think. A slut who sells himself to anyone with money! I can sleep with whoever the hell I want — you don’t own !”
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