Snake Venom Ch 88(NSFW)

Chapter 88(NSFW)

 

So that is how one employs the word “suck”?

 

His mind reeled for a moment at the expressive audacity that surpassed imagination, but soon Lee Yeonwoo was seized by deliberation. In truth, he lacked experience. As a mosaic-species, he had shunned lasting partners; above all, his body refused to stir unless his heart did. Any sexual act with another had begun—and remained—with Cheon Wooshin alone.

 

Yet confessing the plain truth seemed unlikely to yield the answer the other desired. Why should his bedroom history matter to him? Speculation led to a recollection: when the partner was a novice, the necessity of teaching every detail dampened ardour mid-act.

 

Most hybrids, subject to periodic heats, maintained partners—fleeting or fixed—and their first manifestation often coincided with their inaugural encounter. Thus, to reach twenty-three untouched was deemed the fruit of incompetence and pitiable inadequacy. Cheon Wooshin had repeatedly branded him clumsy, inept; surely the question probed that very vein. Perhaps he sought merely to gauge the complexity of future trysts with Lee Yeonwoo.

 

Moreover, having boldly declared it his turn to “suck,” to now admit virginity would ring contradictory. That perverse man would never overlook the discrepancy. Lee Yeonwoo had no wish to invite further mockery from the one who had already stolen both first kiss and first coupling. The thought crystallised: the truth must remain buried.

 

“Yes.”

 

Lee Yeonwoo affirmed with brazen calm. From this instant, he was a hybrid who required no fixed partner yet occasionally shared heats with another. Even if one lie begat another, exposure must be forestalled at all costs.

 

Yet as Cheon Wooshin’s silence stretched, unease blossomed. Had the deception been detected? Just as Lee Yeonwoo sought to read his expression, a gravelled baritone cleaved the air.

 

“Which fucking bastard.”

 

Not content with cursing a nonexistent heat-partner, Cheon Wooshin seized Lee Yeonwoo’s buttock in a bruising grip. Pain flared sharp enough to wrench a cry, yet Lee Yeonwoo had no leisure to dwell upon it; every nerve strained to fabricate lies in real time. A stammer or averted gaze would betray him. Suppressing his pounding heart, he continued with measured composure.

 

“I don’t keep a regular; it’s casual.”

 

“Slut, then.”

 

For an instant, vision blurred.

 

Slu…

 

“Pardon?”

 

The insult shattered his half-formed strategy for cloaking future falsehoods with such rudeness that Lee Yeonwoo echoed in bewildered outrage.

 

He dragged the back of his hand across his face and looked up at Cheon Wooshin. Could those words truly have issued from his mouth? He looked again—still Cheon Wooshin.

 

How far would this pervert sink while wearing the skin of their team leader? If claiming partners rendered one a slut, then every hybrid alive was one. By that logic, the man who kissed until tongues melted and unravelled minds with a single stroking—Cheon Wooshin, indisputably more seasoned—must be the greater slut…

 

Lee Yeonwoo severed the thought and clenched his teeth. He had nearly stooped to the lout’s level and slandered him in kind.

 

“…”

 

A heat—rage or mortification, he could not tell—surged upward. Eyes flashing hostility, Lee Yeonwoo glared; Cheon Wooshin seized his chin in a vise-like grip and thrust his face close, peering deep into eyes brimming with reproach.

 

“I said you’re a slut.”

 

Repeating the slur, he pressed their lips together while locking gazes. Noses crushed, then slid askew; breaths of differing temperatures scattered across lips.

 

The insult altered nothing of their ongoing act. A rough hand slid beneath the T-shirt. It pressed cruelly around the areola, circling the nipple in slow spirals; Cheon Wooshin extended his tongue between joined lips. When Lee Yeonwoo offered no response, a smirk tugged the corner of his mouth as he whispered,

 

“Open.”

 

Stubborn refusal was futile; he would yield in the end. Reluctantly parting his lips, Lee Yeonwoo admitted Cheon Wooshin’s tongue in a languid sweep. Simultaneously fingers pinched and tugged the tender peak. A vertiginous thrill raced along his spine; a moan dispersed into air the instant his unguarded hips responded.

 

Without pause for breath, their groins collided anew. The unfastened buckle gaped; rigid flesh, already slick with prior spend, adhered wetly. Cheon Wooshin’s thigh wedged between his own.

 

“Hss.”

 

Pressure intensified; scattered heat reconverged. Like flame to oilpaper, it flared fierce and sudden.

 

Muffled moans vibrated between sealed lips. As groin and tongue ground savagely, saliva pooled ceaselessly in Lee Yeonwoo’s gasping mouth. To reignite so fiercely from mere contact—his mind seethed as though embracing live coals.

 

Inhaling tangled breaths and exhaling them anew, Cheon Wooshin robbed him of sense for a long interval before slowly withdrawing.

 

“Anyway.”

 

While Lee Yeonwoo struggled to steady his ragged breathing, Cheon Wooshin lifted a languid, elegant, decadently immoral smile.

 

“I’m very much looking forward to it.”

 

He peeled their adhered bodies apart with deliberate grace and tipped his chin.

 

“On all fours—like a dog.”

 

Another overt command to degrade; Lee Yeonwoo’s eyes widened. The mockery itself shocked, but the notion that their coupling would occur here had never crossed his mind. Lips parted in dazed hesitation, yet he swallowed the protest “Here?”

 

To a man who touched him freely even mid-mission, location was irrelevant. Resignation settled; a chill breeze seemed to graze one corner of his heart, but he ignored it. Nodding, Lee Yeonwoo lowered himself. Supported on hands and knees, he stared at the floor. A strange hollowness yawned within. Cheon Wooshin’s presence loomed behind his exposed lower half.

 

“If you’ve sucked cock, you’ll know how to loosen the hole. Do it now.”

 

The demand bordered on coercion, as though obedience were only natural. Concealing panic, Lee Yeonwoo nodded. He reached back tentatively. Furrowing his brow in concentration, he found the dry aperture stubbornly resistant to any intrusion.

 

The more he probed the unseen crevice, the darker his future seemed; cold sweat prickled. To think Cheon Wooshin watched his mute fingers fumble—rigidity locked his limbs. At last he froze.

 

A shift in tactic: persistence would only hasten exposure. Withdrawing his hand, Lee Yeonwoo glanced rearward. Predictably, Cheon Wooshin—who had been staring fixedly between his cheeks—lifted his gaze. Arched brows betrayed an inscrutable displeasure.

 

“Not continuing?”

 

Lee Yeonwoo could not meet the razor-sharp glare. Fear gripped him.

 

“Actually, my partners always did it for me…”

 

“…”

 

Cheon Wooshin tilted his head slowly, expression suggesting mild curiosity—yet his eyes remained unnervingly serene. Without reply he wet two fingers with a swift suck, then parted one cheek without ceremony. Into the bared cleft he spat; the puckered ring flinched reflexively.

 

“Is that so?”

 

Belated echo accompanied the thrust of a finger. A stifled groan burst from Lee Yeonwoo as his head dropped in shock.

 

“I see.”

 

Cheon Wooshin answered with softened tone, calm and detached—yet the hand below betrayed no such restraint. Curling the digit, he pressed firmly against the inner wall, then rotated his wrist in a slow circle. The finger withdrew only to plunge deeper.

 

“…!”

 

Swallowing a cry, Lee Yeonwoo clutched his own forearm. Legs instinctively drew inward, evasion surging. But Cheon Wooshin pinned the crawling escape with unyielding force. Securing the buttock more firmly, he added a second finger.

 

“Come to think of it, I feel wronged.”

 

The deeply buried digits withdrew halfway, then churned inward with a wet squelch. Wrinkles parted further amid dizzying pain.

 

“Hn!”

 

“You begged me to cherish only you.”

 

Cheon Wooshin murmured languidly. The voice—gentle, almost tender—clashed grotesquely with the merciless invasion below, shattering Lee Yeonwoo’s reason.

 

“Yet what you do is utterly promiscuous. I thought only your tail was worn out—turns out the hole is threadbare.”

 

Caustic scorn accompanied three fingers now pistoning noisily. Lee Yeonwoo bit his lip, but wet sounds kept rising from his throat. Exhalations burst erratically; below the waist thrashed as though no longer his own. Only when even breathing failed did he stretch forward again, twisting desperately to escape the intruding hand—yet a grip on his lower back magnified every thrust.

 

“Hoo, ugh.”

 

Head drooping, Lee Yeonwoo spasmed involuntarily. Cheon Wooshin’s touch grew only rougher at the reaction.

 

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