Snake Venom Ch 37

Chapter 37

TW(Non-con/dub-con, sexual coercion)

If that’s the case, then isn’t it better to try a little harder before giving everything up? If he could just hold on until that person named Seolkyung arrived, there might still be a way. Just by the sound of his voice, it was clear he was more worried about him than anyone else. He was someone who would somehow offer help.

More than anything, Yeonwoo didn’t want to part with him without knowing anything, without even trying anything. There were so many things Yeonwoo wanted to ask Cheon Wooshin. Even if it was dangerous or difficult, he wanted to work with someone as mature as him. Parting ways like this wasn’t a proper goodbye.

‘First, let’s get out and block the door so he can’t come after me.’

He had to survive, and he also had to stop that lunatic. He couldn’t overpower him directly, but he might be able to block the door somehow. If he did that, reinforcements might eventually arrive. Even if nothing came of it, he wouldn’t regret trying. Having made up his mind, Yeonwoo grabbed the doorknob and turned it.

But instead of opening, there was the sound of it locking tight. Thinking that couldn’t be, he shook the doorknob hard, but the door remained firmly shut.

Why is this… Yeonwoo’s eyes widened at that moment.

Thud. A large hand braced itself beside Yeonwoo’s head. The man’s upper body slowly bent over, casting a shadow that seemed to press down on his shoulders. A low voice drifted in.

“I didn’t tell you, did I?”

For a moment, his voice was so sweet it was as if he had returned to being the original Cheon Wooshin.

“I can’t open this anymore either.”

The casual tone made Yeonwoo’s vision spin. His eyes turned to look at Cheon Wooshin.

“Why…?”

Yeonwoo mumbled blankly, and his focus blurred for a moment. He suddenly realized it. How Cheon Wooshin could act so nonchalantly. He didn’t know how the locking mechanism worked like this, but Cheon Wooshin had already known about it.

What had he been thinking, trying to stop or outlast a man like this? Trying to do something within his perfect domain had been pure arrogance. A wave of dismay crashed over him.

If Cheon Wooshin couldn’t open it either, then unless someone from outside intervened, he wouldn’t be able to escape this place either. Before he lost consciousness, Cheon Wooshin had told him to run. It had been possible back then—why was it impossible now?

At that moment, Cheon Wooshin lowered his head. Like a prey animal pinned by claws, Yeonwoo froze as Cheon Wooshin slowly rubbed the tip of his nose along the back of Yeonwoo’s neck.

“Right now, just having you here seems fun enough.”

A deep inhale, and his high-bridged nose dug behind Yeonwoo’s ear. Hoo—his exhaled breath clung damply to Yeonwoo’s skin.

“So you’ve been walking around smelling like this.”

The drawled words were thoroughly insulting.

“No wonder all kinds of bastards come crawling to you.”

At the same time, something heavy pressed between Yeonwoo’s buttocks. It was unmistakably that part, pushing firmly between the mounds. Yeonwoo’s face flushed red.

The hardness and bulk of it brought a bewilderment he couldn’t put into words. His back stiffened, and a taut nerve seemed to snap. It was the first time he’d experienced something so sharply unsettling. Yeonwoo suddenly turned and pushed against Cheon Wooshin’s chest.

“No matter how much you’re the team leader, doing this is— Ugh!”

A large hand seized the back of Yeonwoo’s head. His neck was wrenched back, and his mouth opened involuntarily. As Yeonwoo gasped, Cheon Wooshin looked down at him. His black eyes glinted dangerously from above.

Cheon Wooshin parted his lips. Their mouths collided with such force it felt like their lips were crushed together.

“……!”

The hands pushing against Cheon Wooshin’s chest were seized and forced above Yeonwoo’s head. As he pressed his torso closer, he pinned Yeonwoo. The other hand, flailing, was immediately trapped against the wall. Thick fingers twisted around his wrist like a snare. Yeonwoo’s fingertips turned white from the lack of circulation.

With their lips still pressed together, Cheon Wooshin stared down at Yeonwoo. Shocked, Yeonwoo’s gaze wavered in the half-lowered eyes. Just as Cheon Wooshin’s lips curled slightly, a tongue forcefully plunged in.

“Mmgh!”

Yeonwoo reflexively tried to shut his mouth, but both his cheeks were roughly squeezed. His mouth pried open, a thick piece of flesh invaded, threatening to choke him. His palate and tongue were relentlessly stirred.

“Haah, mmph!”

It felt like the root of his tongue would be yanked out. He felt like he was drowning, all because his mouth was blocked. A claustrophobic dread wrapped around his entire body. Yeonwoo recoiled and pulled his head back, desperate to breathe.

“S-stop. Mmgh!”

Even just being short of breath felt like it could kill him—then there was the problem of pheromones. His fine hairs stood on end, his skin tingled. The more their tongues mingled, the whiter his mind went. The sheer strangeness of the sensation being provoked over and over again was terrifying. Yeonwoo beat against Cheon Wooshin’s chest and struggled wildly. But it was useless. He was pinned like a stone. Worse, a thick thigh forced itself between his legs.

“Ugh!”

The firm muscle pressed without mercy beneath his groin. The pain and bizarre sensation twisted his expression into a grimace.

Their mingled breaths within his mouth, the overwhelming pheromones covering his entire body. The brute strength that immobilized him completely. None of this matched the Cheon Wooshin Yeonwoo knew. Yeonwoo tightly shut his eyes. He bit down on the tongue that had shoved itself deep down his throat with the intent to tear it off. A strong taste of blood spread instantly.

Cheon Wooshin flinched and looked down at Yeonwoo. Crouching, Yeonwoo shoved him away with all his might. He hoped it wasn’t just an illusion that Cheon Wooshin allowed himself to be pushed back.

The team leader he knew would never act so brutishly or coercively. No matter who it was, there were no exceptions for this kind of behavior. This was self-defense. Yeonwoo clenched his fist and slapped him hard across the cheek.

A dull cracking sound accompanied Cheon Wooshin’s head turning. The blow had been merciless, and the struck cheek quickly turned red.

Silently, Cheon Wooshin licked his lips. His bloodied tongue was savagely red. After lingering for a moment as if savoring the taste, he turned his head. If not for the reddened cheek, one wouldn’t even think he’d been hit—his face was that composed.

After catching his breath just enough to survive, Yeonwoo lowered his body. He had to get out of Cheon Wooshin’s reach. He sprinted toward his own room. He needed to grab the tranquilizer gun.

Even if he hadn’t been thorough, Cheon Wooshin had already shown him everything back then. Yeonwoo clearly remembered the moment he loaded the gun with a blank expression and pulled the trigger.

Since it was a tranquilizer made specifically for purebloods, it must be even stronger and more precise. First, he had to use that. If it didn’t work, he’d have to tear through the first and second floors the way he’d memorized out of habit.

He entered the bedroom. Though he locked the door, he had little hope. His hands frantically searched through the coat. The presence creeping up behind him felt as if it were about to seize him by the nape.

Crunch—the sound of the doorknob being crushed echoed. For someone who had overpowered him with one hand, breaking a doorknob in a normal house was child’s play. That he could change this much just from being overtaken by the poison—it was horrifying. The moment he grabbed the coat, the back of his neck was seized. Flung by an enormous force, Yeonwoo was thrown. The soft mattress felt like a wall with the impact that crashed into him.

“Ugh!”

The moment he hit the bed, Yeonwoo grasped the tranquilizer gun with both hands. He aimed it the second he turned around. Cheon Wooshin’s large figure blocked his view, but Yeonwoo didn’t flinch and issued a warning.

“I’ll shoot.”

“Go ahead.”

That casual permission was enough to crush his pride. The man seemed pleased watching Yeonwoo’s resolve break.

From this range, avoiding the vital points. So maybe the arm or leg. But it was too close. Yeonwoo hesitated for just a few seconds while holding the trigger. Cheon Wooshin closed the distance in an instant. He grabbed the gun and locked eyes with him. The gun’s muzzle wavered, resting against Cheon Wooshin’s chest—right over the heart.

“You should just kill me.”

This lunatic. Startled, Yeonwoo tried to fire, but the gun pressed to his left chest wouldn’t come free. Cheon Wooshin’s calm voice flowed into Yeonwoo’s ear.

“If you hesitate, you’ll be the one who dies.”

Cheon Wooshin reached out with his other hand and gripped the barrel. What did he do? He barely moved his fingers, yet suddenly the gun came loose. Yeonwoo stared in dismay as its parts fell apart. He quickly twisted his body, but his shoulder was slammed down with crushing pain.

“Ugh.”

The pressure bearing down on him was terrifyingly massive. Before he could even react, his limbs were pinned. Yeonwoo looked up. He thought he had moved quickly—how had things turned so much against him? Cheon Wooshin, now towering above him, smiled. Blood seeped through that smile, making it chilling.

As his thighs were seized and forced apart, Cheon Wooshin bent forward and buried his nose in Yeonwoo’s groin.