Kiss the Scumbag Chapter 9

He couldn’t even take a proper breath under the crushing tension. Struggling to exhale, Yujin looked at him.

The darkness cast perfect shadows over his sharply defined face, making it impossible to see his expression.

In contrast, Yujin’s face was fully exposed under the moonlight.

The thought that Winston was staring intently at every detail of his face only made Yujin more nervous.

But he couldn’t push the man away recklessly.

The muzzle of the gun pressed against his temple reminded him too vividly of reality.

Winston loaded a bullet.

If he moved carelessly and the trigger was pulled, whether by mistake or not, everything would end.

The image of Angela being left alone flashed before his eyes.

He couldn’t let his child end up in the sa miserable situation as himself.

Yujin lay still and barely opened his mouth.

His throat was so dry that it was difficult to make a sound.

What little ca out was hoarse and cracked.

"...What are you doing right now?"

Winston let out a laugh that sounded like air leaking.

"Funny, I was about to ask you the sa thing. What exactly are you doing in my bed?"

The word "my" stung him belatedly, but this wasn’t the ti to care about such things.

Yujin focused on the latter part.

"Your bed? What do you an? This is your room?"

Puhuhuhu, Winston laughed again.

It was a sharp, self-deprecating laugh.

He leaned down as if about to pounce, lowering his face so close that Yujin could feel his breath.

He stared into Yujin’s eyes from up close.

"You should have practiced more, darling. That was way too sloppy."

Only then did Yujin understand why the door to the room hadn’t been locked.

It was already being used.

It wasn’t simply about separating him from his child.

Their thods were far more vicious, and Yujin was still one step behind them.

Cold despair filled his chest, but now wasn’t the ti to panic.

The gun pressed against his temple relentlessly reminded him this was real.

"Don’t call darling."

Yujin’s voice was tense as he spoke.

His entire body was stiff to the point that he could barely move a finger, yet his voice sohow ca out as usual.

He clearly expressed his refusal, but Winston didn’t care.

"Then what should I call you? Whore? Slut?"

Winston shrugged as he laughed, but Yujin didn’t find it funny at all.

Every ti he let out those cruel jokes, the muzzle pressed against Yujin’s head trembled slightly.

Yujin was too afraid that he might pull the trigger accidentally to even get angry.

"Darling, what exactly were you expecting?"

Still laughing, Winston asked softly.

As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, Yujin could now faintly make out his expression.

"You really thought if you sared the whole room with pheromones and lay there naked, I’d lose my mind and jump you?"

Kukukuk, Winston giggled like he couldn’t hold it in.

His face twisted completely in disgust.

"Your pheromone stinks."

He still hates .

Yujin recalled faintly.

Of course. How brutally he had denied him back then — how could he forget?

This man would never change.

But still, to hate him this much...

"I didn’t know."

Yujin barely managed to speak with a trembling voice.

"Think about it. How could I possibly know this was your room?"

He tried to offer a reasonable explanation, sothing anyone could understand.

But, of course, it didn’t work on Winston.

"You didn’t know? Even though the whole place reeks of my pheromone?"

At the imdiate sneer, Yujin flinched and froze.

Winston didn’t know. He didn’t know that since that day, Yujin had lost the ability to sense certain scents.

Yujin’s head wasn’t working properly due to his nerves, but he managed to think of one thing.

"I might’ve mistaken it for Harold’s room."

Extre Alphas can distinguish their own pheromone from others.

But to everyone else, pheromones feel the sa.

To Yujin, Winston’s and Harold’s pheromones were identical.

That hit Winston exactly where it hurt.

When Yujin saw his face montarily harden, he felt a small sense of satisfaction.

But it didn’t last long.

Winston soon smiled again and tilted his head.

He stopped just close enough for their breaths to brush.

"Just like that ti?"

He whispered mockingly, slowly shaking his head.

Frowning slightly, he spoke as if soothing a child in a sweet voice.

"No, no. Darling, you knew. Just like before.

Just like when you went to Father’s room on your own back then, you knew exactly whose room this was now.

You couldn’t have been mistaken. Your goals are always clear."

Yujin didn’t answer.

No matter what he said, Winston wouldn’t believe him.

He just wanted to let him say whatever he wanted and hoped this mont would pass quickly.

Winston, as usual, interpreted his silence however he pleased and sneered.

"Too bad. You can’t just co and go from Father’s bedroom anymore.

Because Father’s dead."

His voice was dripping with contempt.

Whether that was directed at Harold or Yujin was unclear.

Perhaps both.

Winston tilted his head with curiosity, like a child.

"You’re not thinking of following him to the grave, are you?"

"Of course not."

Yujin denied imdiately.

Winston burst into laughter.

"Thought so. You didn’t love Father.

What you loved was his money."

The muzzle remained firmly pressed against Yujin’s temple.

Yujin felt like he was going insane from the fear.

Suppressing his shaking breath, he managed to speak.

"Winnie, no, Winston."

He accidentally called him by his old nickna and hurriedly corrected himself.

Seeing that Winston didn’t react, Yujin squeezed out his words desperately.

"Don’t do this. Let’s talk like adults, rationally. Put the gun down. It’s dangerous."

His tone beca increasingly desperate.

But Winston didn’t move the gun.

Unable to stop himself from tearing up, Yujin pleaded.

"You don’t have to do this. I’m sorry.

This was really a mistake.

Believe it or not, it’s true.

I just went to the room I was guided to, washed up, and fell asleep."

He pleaded, desperately hoping Winston would believe him.

Even though he knew Winston never would.

Looking down at Yujin’s twisted, desperate face, Winston slowly lifted the corners of his lips.

Then he spoke softly.

"Naked?"

Yujin was taken aback for a mont but quickly realized.

The robe he had worn to bed had opened in his sleep, exposing his bare body.

"It’s a misunderstanding."

He forced out words with difficulty.

"I told you. It was a guided room.

I really didn’t know.

Think about it.

If I knew it was your room, why would I do sothing like this?

I don’t want to see you either. I didn’t want to et you again."

"Hah.

Even if you don’t want to see my face, you’d still spread your legs, right?"

Winston sneered without rcy.

Keeping the muzzle against Yujin’s temple, he muttered.

"You’re a slut."

Even after hearing such humiliation, Yujin couldn’t refute him.

More than anything, he was too scared to even get angry.

Forcing saliva into his dry mouth, Yujin spoke.

"I did co for the money, but..."

The muzzle pressed harder against his head.

Frightened, Yujin blurted out the truth in panic.

"I have a child."

His voice trembled uncontrollably as he started to sob and beg.

"My child is sleeping in the other room.

Please, I can’t die here."

Yujin desperately hoped that there was still a shred of rcy left in Winston’s heart.

Long ago, Winston had been a kind person.

He was the only one who spoke to and loved Yujin when the whole family abandoned him.

Hanging on to that faint hope, Yujin looked up at him.

But he stopped.

For the first ti, the mocking and scornful expression vanished from Winston’s face.

"...A child?"

Winston muttered in a voice devoid of any laughter.

A suffocating silence fell.

Ready when you are for the next part.

Shall I continue imdiately?