Snake Venom Ch 53

Chapter 53

-There were minor frictions, but we sustained no damage. We have four injured in total, all with minor injuries.

“Four people…”

Though he didn’t need to repeat it, Cheon Wooshin seized on the end of the sentence to buy time and began to toy with Lee Yeonwoo’s nipple in earnest. His focused assault on one side was relentless.

He flicked the delicate skin around it—softer than lips—with his fingernail. Rounding the swollen nub with a teasing motion born from pain, he then twisted it carelessly. Startled, Lee Yeonwoo flinched and slammed against the wall. Cheon Wooshin leisurely stepped into the corner where Yeonwoo had retreated.

-Would you like to see it for yourself?

“No. First, take them in for questioning.”

His hands grew rougher and stronger. Despite the calluses, his long fingers moved with a refined fluidity, and his hands were large. With those hands, Cheon Wooshin gripped one of Yeonwoo’s breasts tightly, pressing around the protrusion hard enough to feel the bone beneath. Even though the touch was utterly inconsiderate, the swollen nub only stiffened more as he tugged at it haphazardly. Flushed red, Yeonwoo grabbed Cheon Wooshin’s wrist.

The overwhelming sensation focused solely on his nipples created a sexual shame so intense and unfamiliar that it became unbearable. A trembling breath escaped from Yeonwoo, who had tried to stop Wooshin’s hand.

But Cheon Wooshin nonchalantly twisted his wrist away.

“Don’t interrupt—just hold still.”

What was he supposed to do if the man spoke to him during a call? Yeonwoo looked up at him, heart sinking. He could tell, even with his eyes closed, that the man was toying with him. But he didn’t want Jung Sooho to pick up on anything suspicious. Lifting his fallen shirt back up to his neck, Yeonwoo shook his head. The outcome of his powerless resistance was only deeper submission.

-Could you repeat that, please?

“No. Is there one with a tattoo—lines down his right hand and neck?”

Though his tone was businesslike, his fingers moved lewdly. The plump protrusion was twisted again.

-One moment, please.

Even while Jung Sooho checked, Cheon Wooshin’s degrading touch continued. Now it was the other side. Though it was only exposed, the nipple had also hardened, for reasons Yeonwoo couldn’t comprehend. Wooshin flicked it indifferently, circling it with his finger. Yeonwoo’s chest swelled with breath as he recoiled against the wall. He couldn’t think; a disturbing heat throbbed in his lower abdomen. As he squeezed his thighs together—

Suddenly, the flesh was yanked harshly. This time, the pain was so intense it made his vision spin.

“Is he not there?”

Cheon Wooshin rubbed the other nipple with his free hand. His touch was as crude as could be, yet his cold and composed demeanor was unmistakably that of the Cheon Wooshin Yeonwoo knew. The overstimulated, fully swollen nipple was crushed and twisted carelessly. Shuddering, Yeonwoo covered his mouth with the shirt he held. The hot bursts of breath that escaped quickly dampened the fabric.

-I just confirmed. Yes, he’s there. Found him in the parking lot.

“He seemed close with President Park. Be thorough with the ID check, especially him.”

As the call came to an end, Yeonwoo was bent over almost double. He could hardly breathe as he stood trembling. Cheon Wooshin stared down at him wordlessly.

All this from just touching a nipple—Yeonwoo looked like someone who’d been tortured. His clenched hand, lips slightly parted and twitching from lack of control, his trembling lashes—they all convulsed with tension. Smirking, Cheon Wooshin slowly lowered himself and said,

“You gotta rub it for it to get big. It’s only fun for me if there’s something to suck.”

It was a reason Yeonwoo didn’t want to hear. He gave no reply as Cheon Wooshin stared down at his chest with half-lidded eyes.

“Still small.”

Wooshin’s thick forearm wrapped around Yeonwoo’s tense waist and pulled. As Yeonwoo’s reluctant torso was drawn closer, Wooshin eyed it hungrily and opened his mouth wide. A bright red tongue slithered out like a snake. The moment it enclosed the puffed-up nipple, he sucked hard.

The humid breath that rushed out with it, the sticky sensation—it all shattered the last threads of Yeonwoo’s sanity. It was irresistible.

“Ugh.”

A moan slipped out before he could stop it. The wet, deliberate sounds—chuup, chuup—twitched Yeonwoo’s now oversensitive ears. Unlike the previous brute pressure, this was an entirely different kind of sensation—one that latched and tugged rhythmically at his nipple.

Yeonwoo clenched his eyes shut, then opened them again, trembling as he endured the stimulation. He considered shutting his eyes for good, but a childish stubbornness, not wanting to lose, held up his last shred of pride.

He looked down at Cheon Wooshin with frightened eyes, as though seeing something dreadful. Their eyes met. Wooshin had already been looking at him. His seductive gaze curled sweetly, as if it had been waiting. Yeonwoo felt as though a sharp blade had struck the center of his chest.

He couldn’t understand it. Even as he licked someone else’s chest like a dog, Wooshin maintained a grace that wasn’t the least bit diminished by his vulgar behavior. That perfect composure, unmarred by filth, confused Yeonwoo. He was dizzy trying to define the man before him.

Goosebumps pricked up all over as hot breath grazed his skin. Lust was radiating from him. Wooshin once more suckled the swollen nub and rolled his tongue.

“……”

Yeonwoo grimaced and bit down on his lower lip hard. Damp, ragged breaths kept rising from deep within his throat.

Nothing was going right. His body and mind had completely split, drifting separately. Thoughts like Why is this happening? How do I get out of this?—things he’d considered in the beginning—slowly melted away.

Then, at the narrowest part of his lower back, Wooshin’s fingers dug in. With a sudden pull, Yeonwoo’s curled-up body jolted.

“W-What are you—!”

“Hold your clothes properly. If they get in the way, I’ll suck something else.”

It was a warning Yeonwoo didn’t even want to imagine. He nodded vigorously in fear.

The cold palm that glided up his back now covered the ribs and shoulder blades. Wooshin moved even closer, and his lips parted slowly.

He gathered the not-so-thick pectoral muscle into one hand and sucked. The nipple, pulled in with it, was crushed messily by his tongue, then sucked again. Occasionally, he scraped with his teeth, worrying at it. Each time, Yeonwoo trembled like an aspen leaf.

His toes twitched, and his panting nose dampened the fabric of his shirt. A strange heat kept building in his body. It was unbearable.

It wasn’t just overwhelming. Even his own reactions to Wooshin’s stimulation felt foreign. Yeonwoo buried his face deep into the clothes he held. He bit his lower lip so hard it hurt. Every time the wet sound of his chest being fondled pierced his ears, his stomach caved in and gasped.

To think such nearly nonexistent nipples could be sucked with such hunger. The muscles on his inner thighs tightened. His spine tingled. The chill of air on his bare skin was sharp. Meanwhile, his head boiled, and his mouth dried out only to flood with saliva again.

Yeonwoo repeated to himself desperately: This man is not Cheon Wooshin. He’s a corrupted personality—a temporary manifestation of warped instincts caused by irreversible side effects. When he returns to normal, all of this will disappear. Over and over, he repeated it. Until then… just until then…

“Lee Yeonwoo-ssi.”

Cheon Wooshin’s voice pierced through Yeonwoo’s fogged mind. Yeonwoo opened his tightly shut eyes. The skin around them was flushed and sticky.

“Your cock’s hard.”

He blinked slowly. The words took time to register. Yeonwoo followed Wooshin’s gaze downward. His crotch was bulging. As soon as he realized, the head of his cock, poking out from the waistband, twitched.

“What should I do when you get hard first?”

He sounded genuinely troubled. That made it even more humiliating. Only then did Yeonwoo fully grasp the situation. His eyes widened. Wooshin looked down at the bulge and said,

“Isn’t that just your way of begging me to suck this too?”

He tapped the swollen erection, and Yeonwoo’s waist spasmed in response. He nearly collapsed on the spot, gasping for breath.

No, why is this happening… Is it the pheromones?

His shattered reason began to churn slowly.

“It’s not—”

Yeonwoo reflexively denied it in a daze, then raised his voice.

“It’s not that. This is just…”

But he had nothing more to say. The more he tried to explain rationally, the more his words failed. What he had believed to be just unbearable overstimulation—could it actually be a pleasure point? As he faltered mid-sentence, a moan escaped his lips.

“Ugh!”

The saliva-covered nipple was mercilessly mashed. Wooshin’s crude fingers kneaded and scratched Yeonwoo’s chest at will. His indifferent tone burrowed into Yeonwoo’s ears.

“Now I know—your top lies while your cock leaks on its own. Hm, makes me wonder what your bottom’s like.”

“Aah—ow, that hurts.”

Yeonwoo flinched and finally grabbed Wooshin’s wrist. But his shameless hands only grew more persistent. Forcing his way through Yeonwoo’s curled arms, he kept groping and kneading the chest flesh. His flat, steady voice continued,

“Your mouth lies, your cock drips… Let’s see what your ass has to say.”