Snake Venom Ch 38

Chapter 38

TW(noncon touching)

“W-What are you doing…! Stop it!”

Startled out of his wits, Lee Yeonwoo pounded on his shoulders and shoved him away. Cheon Wooshin paid no mind, grabbing Yeonwoo’s buttocks as he inhaled. As if determined to fill his lungs to the brim with Yeonwoo’s scent, to engrave it into each and every cell, he breathed in, deeply.

It was the behavior of a beast driven entirely by rut. With half his face exposed, Cheon Wooshin curled into a lewd smirk.

“Fuck, you smell fucking amazing.”

It was such a vulgar remark that Yeonwoo’s jaw nearly dropped. His head spun. Even seeing it for himself, he couldn’t believe it. How could this man be Cheon Wooshin? It wouldn’t be strange to say he was some perverted thug wearing Cheon Wooshin’s skin.

Cheon Wooshin pulled Yeonwoo’s upper body toward him and grabbed his chin, twisting it. Gazing coldly at the now-exposed nape of his neck, he pressed his nose to it. Ssshhk—just like before, he inhaled deeply, then let out a low growl from his throat.

“Ugh! That hurts!”

A sharp pain scratched across his skin. A groan escaped. Was he really going to bite him? Flustered on many levels, Yeonwoo shoved him away with all his might.

“Don’t do something you’ll regret!”

“Why would I?”

Cheon Wooshin definitely would. Who was he to say otherwise with such certainty? Yeonwoo found himself rebelling against the man who wasn’t Cheon Wooshin.

“Just try to hold out until Seolkyung gets here! Ah, that hurts!”

Fingernails dug into a wound that was already there.

“That nagging idiot?”

The way he pronounced “idiot” dripped with mockery. Even as he insulted someone who cared for him, a strange sense of hurt surged up. He was truly awful. The words sat right at the tip of Yeonwoo’s tongue, but he couldn’t bring himself to say them aloud. The pheromones flooding the air hadn’t changed.

It was that sticky, seductive scent that had first drawn him to Cheon Wooshin—the scent that had made Yeonwoo recognize his existence. Why did it matter so much? Yeonwoo thrashed his limbs in resistance.

But no matter how hard he resisted, Cheon Wooshin subdued him effortlessly, not even breaking a sweat.

“Mm-mmph! W-Wait!”

Their lips collided, his head twisted away, his clothes were removed, pulled back down, again and again. Enduring Cheon Wooshin’s outrageous pheromones, Yeonwoo’s stamina plummeted. Overused muscles stiffened, and his fingers froze up. It felt like submerging his limbs in ice water.

“Haah, haah…”

Barely fending him off once again, Yeonwoo gasped.

“Doing this without my permission, this kind of thing…”

He couldn’t finish the sentence, panting instead, and Cheon Wooshin looked at him with intrigue.

“Want me to say it for you?”

Why would he say it for him? Yeonwoo was at a loss. As Cheon Wooshin silently shaped the words with his mouth, Yeonwoo reached out and slapped a hand over his lips. He felt that if the words were spoken aloud, something truly irreversible would happen. If he allowed them to be voiced without restraint, the act itself might actually happen.

Though Yeonwoo was deathly serious, the lips beneath his palm curled upward. His slanted eyes gleamed obscenely.

Spider-like fingers trailed up his skin. The chill of his body seeped in, raising goosebumps. As if he’d been holding back before, his touch turned merciless. The fingers creeping up from his abdomen to his chest curled like hooks. Perfectly manicured nails dug into the sensitive peak.

“Ah!”

There was no time to even feel pain. The buckle came undone, and his pants slid down. Yeonwoo shouted frantically.

“No, Team Leader…! T-This is…! Hey!”

He kicked and shoved madly at his shoulders.

“I said no!”

Thud, thud, thud! He struck his back with all his strength. Team Leader be damned—this bastard!

“Cheon Wooshin!”

Yeonwoo screamed in desperation.

“You promised to take me home!”

Didn’t he promise? Yeonwoo needed the Cheon Wooshin who had made that promise. Without him, Yeonwoo would be labeled a criminal and live out his life in unjust suffering. Why was this person—who wasn’t even him—trying to rip apart his hope and sense of self?

Taking advantage of the moment when Cheon Wooshin hesitated, Yeonwoo gasped for air. Though the overwhelming pheromones made him dizzy, he stared fiercely.

“Stop.”

It was a command forced out between ragged breaths, and its effect was clear. Cheon Wooshin looked down at him in silence, then twisted his lips into a smirk. Cold and arrogant.

“Lee Yeonwoo.”

His voice was low and polite, but this time Yeonwoo didn’t fall for it. He glared right back. Then a large hand reached toward him. Was he going to hit him? Yeonwoo squeezed his eyes shut. But instead of pain, his chin was gripped. Cheon Wooshin tilted it side to side and said,

“Who said you could talk informally to your team leader?”

Huh? His hand wasn’t the only vulgar thing—his lower body was just as obscene. He rotated his hips slowly, pressing against Yeonwoo’s groin with deliberate crudeness.

“And if I tell you to stop, I’ll stop…”

Suddenly trailing off, Cheon Wooshin tilted his head slowly. His brows knit together, and his nose twisted in a grimace. Then, just before his outstretched hand touched Yeonwoo’s wide eyes, he stopped—as if there were an invisible wall.

Unable to get what he wanted, Cheon Wooshin tilted his head sideways.

“I don’t know what kind of trick you pulled…”

His voice sank low, tainted with displeasure.

“This is fucking annoying.”

After a moment of thought, Cheon Wooshin looked into Yeonwoo’s eyes.

“So, as long as we don’t have sex, it’s fine?”

What kind of nonsense was that? What meaning could there be in that distinction? Yeonwoo, face full of suspicion, only panted in silence.

Cheon Wooshin muttered a quiet “fine,” then pulled Yeonwoo’s wrist toward him. The touch was gentler than before, which only made Yeonwoo more uneasy. He pressed against the soft skin and tendons on the inside of Yeonwoo’s wrist, then brought it to his nose. After finding the exact spot where his pulse beat, he inhaled lightly.

“Ugh.”

Suddenly baring his teeth, Cheon Wooshin bit down, leaving clear marks on the pale skin where blue veins were visible.

“When we meet again…”

His hand pressed firmly against the back of Yeonwoo’s neck. First pressing down on his Adam’s apple, then gripping the entire neck tightly.

“I’m going to put it in here.”

He gently pulled Yeonwoo’s trembling hand and took his index and middle fingers into his mouth. He sucked them in deep until they touched his throat, then puckered his lips. Smack. He made that obscene sound sweetly, eyes fixed on the loosened buckle of his pants.

“And your dick, too.”

W-What? Yeonwoo paled and whispered,

“No way…”

“Even if you hate it, it has to happen.”

Cheon Wooshin brushed off Yeonwoo’s refusal in an instant and gripped his pale face. His pheromones overflowed. Yeonwoo twisted his face and spoke in a strangled voice.

“Please, just stop…”

“I don’t know how to.”

Cheon Wooshin’s relaxed answer was shockingly full of satisfaction. What even was this man—so self-centered, so irresponsible? While Yeonwoo was lost in that turmoil, Cheon Wooshin buried his nose beneath Yeonwoo’s earlobe once again and inhaled. It now felt like pure obsession.

At some point, Cheon Wooshin had stopped speaking. He simply acted with relentless determination. When Yeonwoo tried to escape, he would punish him with force, raking his skin as if to peel it off. How many times had he bitten him over his clothes? His sharp canines stabbed mercilessly into flesh. And each time he would say, “I’m not doing it since you said not to.” How in the world was this considered not doing it?

Cheon Wooshin embraced Yeonwoo without leaving a single gap. He pressed their skin together as closely as possible, aligning their bodies as if preparing for sex. Then, he closed his eyes. A soft murmur drifted to Yeonwoo’s ears.

‘Ha… you’re warm.’

Minutes passed like that. Stiff and tense, Yeonwoo lay staring up at the ceiling, and only when he heard Wooshin’s steady breathing was he able to move a finger.

Somewhere in the living room, a phone vibrated. It must have been ringing the whole time they’d been playing this twisted game of hide and seek. But Yeonwoo couldn’t move. Partly because of Wooshin’s weight, but more because the extreme tension had suddenly deflated like a balloon.

Before long, someone began banging loudly on the front door. Yeonwoo lifted his head toward the sound just as Wooshin stirred. His lips brushed Yeonwoo’s ear. As the fine hairs on his skin were tickled, an indescribable sensation crawled up his spine.

His legs, pinned under Wooshin, felt slightly constricted. He tried to ignore it. Yeonwoo slowly closed and opened his large eyes. His fingertips and toes trembled slightly. The weight of Wooshin’s body pressing down on him was unmistakable. His senses were more heightened than ever, yet it all felt unreal.

‘Am I human, or am I half-human?’

He didn’t know. Nor did it matter.

Yeonwoo bit his lower lip. It was a vague, creeping fear that something might slip out between them if he didn’t.

“…Such a massive pervert.”

Despite the words, only those maddeningly erotic images filled his mind. That sly, seductive smile lingered before his eyes. The hands that shamelessly caressed every part of his body and the thick weight of that erection were burned into his memory.

Bang, bang, bang! The pounding on the door echoed violently through the house, but Yeonwoo’s pounding heart was just as loud.

He raised both hands to cover his burning eyes. It was strange and unfamiliar—how he could be aroused in a situation like this.