Kiss the Scumbag-Chapter 60

"A-ah, ngh..."

The arousal flared up again. Instinctively, Yujin lifted his legs and wrapped them around Winston's waist. As he pulled Winston in tighter, as if asking him to go deeper, Winston gripped Yujin’s body hard. With their skin pressed flush together, Winston moved only his hips, thrusting in and out. Each time the thick, long cock filled and pushed up into his belly, a moan mixed with heavy breath burst from Yujin’s lips. Without realizing it, he clutched Winston’s shoulders and moved his hips in sync with him.

Winston frowned slightly at Yujin’s eager response. It didn’t seem to sit right with him, but there was no room for hesitation. His movements suddenly became faster.

"Ah, ngh, a, wait, ngh!"

Yujin couldn’t keep up—he lost the rhythm completely. Rocked helplessly, he gasped and cried out over and over again.

Each thrust of that thick, long penis inside him scraped roughly along his inner walls. Even as the pain of his stretched insides flared, the deep, violent pressure stirred a different kind of excitement altogether.

Before long, Yujin was sobbing, clinging on desperately. Sparks exploded in his head, stars dancing before his eyes. Winston smeared kisses across his cheeks and face, completely lost in the moment.

"Fucking filthy whore... stop shaking your ass. Don’t act like some cheap slut!"

With a harsh growl, Winston spat curses at Yujin. But Yujin didn’t even have the mental clarity to be hurt by it.

"You’ll spread your legs for anyone, won’t you? As long as they’ll fuck you. You filthy rag, you fucking public toilet."

Winston hurled brutal insults as he pounded into Yujin, who was barely conscious and trembling, his eyes half-lidded in a daze. But even then, Winston didn’t stop.

"Nngh..."

Suddenly, the man stopped moving and spilled inside. Yujin let out a long moan, his entire body trembling faintly. His ass throbbed, and the cock buried deep inside pulsed violently, pounding against his insides.

The acrid smell of cigarette smoke stirred Yujin’s senses. He lay sprawled across the bed, arms and legs spread, blinking blankly. His whole body ached with a dull soreness. His skin felt stiff in places—where his and Winston’s fluids had dried.

He had no idea how many times they’d done it after that. The sun was already rising. Even after they woke and realized it wasn’t a dream, they didn’t stop. Winston had taken him from behind, had him sit, even fucked him with one leg slung over his shoulder. They went at it like animals.

And it wasn’t even heat season.

No matter the position, the thing that never changed was the relentless curses and contempt Winston hurled at Yujin. It felt like he’d heard every filthy word that existed.

Well, not that he was any different.

Yujin thought to himself bitterly. Maybe the first time had happened in a half-dream, but everything after that was his choice. He’d given in to desire, accepted those words, and responded again and again. Of course, that didn’t mean it was fair for him alone to be called a whore.

"You’re the one who made me like this."

So now it’s blame-shifting.

Even as Winston bit out those words through clenched teeth, Yujin just lay there, recalling the sound of his voice. He was sitting by the window, smoking a cigarette, probably stewing in regret. In contrast, Yujin felt nothing at all.

"We both enjoyed it. Just forget about it."

His voice was drained and flat, and immediately Winston’s furious glare shot his way.

"If you hadn’t taken that ridiculous drug in the first place, none of this would’ve happened."

So that was his conclusion. Winston gritted his teeth and stared at Yujin.

"You did it on purpose, didn’t you? To make a fool out of me. To laugh at me behind my back."

"What would I even get out of that?"

Yujin asked, and Winston sneered.

"You were probably so desperate for a man, you couldn’t help yourself. Couldn’t get laid at night because of me, so you resorted to something this disgusting."

"So what, you’re saying you were just a stand-in for another guy?"

He said it without much thought, but it must’ve hit a nerve. Winston’s scent thickened—the telltale sign of intensified pheromones. Unfortunately, Yujin couldn’t smell it.

"Is there even an alpha in this world who wouldn’t fall to omega pheromones? I was tricked. You used that little scheme of yours on me."

Even if it happened in his sleep, the fact that he’d had sex with Yujin was something Winston just couldn’t accept. Yujin answered without a shred of emotion.

"You knew it was me. If you're human, you should’ve fought your instincts."

"You released your pheromones on purpose."

Winston was completely convinced. That Yujin had taken some illegal drug, let his pheromones out intentionally, while being unaffected by Winston’s in return. That this entire thing was orchestrated. But that wasn’t the truth.

"I didn’t take anything."

Yujin mumbled it like an exhausted complaint. He could feel Winston’s gaze on him and continued speaking.

"I’ve never taken suppressants. That’s why you could feel my pheromones. I never tried to hide them in the first place."

Winston fell silent. The air grew heavy, like even the atmosphere had stopped moving.

"...What did you just say?"

It took a long time for Winston to speak. His tone wasn’t filled with anger or accusation, but disbelief still clung to it.

"I said I’ve never taken suppressants. I’m not reacting to your pheromones for a different reason. Either way, I’ve never taken anything—legal or illegal."

"...Why?"

The question came after a pause, Winston’s voice uncertain. Yujin couldn’t be bothered to explain, so he answered carelessly.

"You don’t take them either."

"That’s different."

Winston’s voice was clipped. Yujin let out a short laugh.

"Why? Because you’re an extreme alpha and I’m just a lowly omega?"

"That’s not what I meant."

Winston snapped back. It wasn’t even some big secret, so Yujin didn’t bother hiding it.

"I couldn’t afford them."

This time, the silence was even longer. Winston just stared at him. After a while, he finally spoke.

"What?"

His voice sounded hollow. Yujin replied casually.

"I didn’t have the money. It was hard enough just getting by. I figured I’d rather buy Angie an extra loaf of bread than waste money on some suppressant."

He finished without emotion.

"It’d be a waste."

Winston said nothing. Even though Yujin couldn’t smell his pheromones, the mood alone told him Winston was deeply shaken. Not that it had been his intention.

"You’ve never taken a suppressant? Not even once?"

Eventually, Winston repeated Yujin’s words like he was in a trance. Seeing no response, he slowly began to contort his expression.

"Then you’ve just been walking around leaking pheromones this whole time? Are you insane? Do you want to get raped by some random guy on the street?"

Suddenly he shot to his feet, yelling. Why is he so angry? Yujin blinked at him, confused.

"Nothing’s ever happened. It’s not like alphas are that common..."

"The reception."

Winston muttered, cutting him off.

"What about the alphas that were swarming around you at the reception? What would’ve happened if I hadn’t shown up? Do you even realize what ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) could’ve happened?"

He was practically demanding to know what the hell Yujin had been thinking, walking around unsuppressed. Yujin knew how stupid he’d been, but that didn’t mean he was going to admit it.

"You treated me like a whore, so I lived up to the image."

Winston visibly froze. Yujin kept staring up at the ceiling as he continued.

"If you're disappointed I didn’t check in with your friends first, too bad. I still have a right to choose."

"My friends?"

Winston asked in a quiet voice. There was confusion in his tone, but that was typical—abusers never remember what they did.

"They said a mutt like me would sleep with all of them for the right price. That I’d go down for any alpha that sprayed their pheromones."

A sudden stab of pain struck his chest. So he had been hurt. He recalled it like it happened to someone else, detached. Then Winston spoke.

"...What are you talking about? Who said that? When?"

Yujin turned his head belatedly and met Winston’s gaze. Purple eyes, pale and shaken, stared down at him.