Snake Venom Ch 99

Chapter 99

 

“Grateful?”

 

Cheon Wooshin neither affirmed nor denied. He merely lifted his gaze from the screen to meet Shin Junseong’s eyes briefly. A groveling character, offering liver and gall, would fail to stimulate Shin Junseong’s perverse tastes. Knowing arrogance suited him better, Cheon Wooshin’s crafted demeanor precisely pricked his nerves. Shin Junseong chuckled, muttering, *expensive bastard*.

 

Cheon Wooshin tilted the liquor bottle before him, filling Shin Junseong’s glass.

 

“Drink. Your throat must be parched.”

 

Thirst was an inevitable symptom in most addictions. Feigning reluctance, Shin Junseong raised the glass, grumbling.

 

“Making me drink alone again?”

 

“If you know, shut up and drink.”

 

“What makes this bastard so haughty?”

 

“You.”

 

The curt reply subtly conveyed obedience; Shin Junseong’s lips stretched near splitting.

 

All that remained was to cap the deal with meaningless, lowbrow banter—Cheon Wooshin’s most distasteful necessity, yet a rite of passage to humor the man’s eccentric palate. As anticipated, Shin Junseong rummaged the black box before him, signaling the start. He extracted and arrayed an assortment of oddities.

 

“Oh, right—you know Sodom got raided?”

 

With the site itself obliterated, its fate scarcely mattered to him. Cheon Wooshin regarded Shin Junseong with bored eyes, anticipating the follow-up.

 

“How should I know the whereabouts of a rat you don’t?”

 

Tone devoid of interest. Shin Junseong’s shoulders visibly slumped.

 

“Such a shame. I was saving him—don’t even know if he’s dead or alive.”

 

Shin Junseong’s abnormal fixation on Ratpuppy fell within expectations; the current scenario was foreseen. Having near-eradicated President Park’s circle, Cheon Wooshin had temporarily erased Lee Yeonwoo’s identity data. Unless the team’s existence surfaced, tracking Lee Yeonwoo would prove difficult for Shin Junseong. Yet repeated mentions hardened Cheon Wooshin’s jaw silently.

 

“Got someone you wanna fuck too—”

 

“Trash already in the bin doesn’t interest me.”

 

“Tch, picky eater.”

 

Shin Junseong shook his head at the firm boundary.

 

“Anyway, anything on our pretty one—tell me?”

 

Cheon Wooshin fixed Shin Junseong with an impassive stare, then curved his lips.

 

“No~.”

 

“This bastard?”

 

Shin Junseong flared, yet his expression held no menace—only delight.

 

“Got a prototype this time… Remember the snake I gave you? Expanded it for half-breeds too.”

 

Cheon Wooshin showed no particular reaction, merely glancing at Lee Yeonwoo. He was staring at Shin Junseong. Had he found something? The gaze was persistently irksome. Continuing to rummage, Shin Junseong drawled.

 

“As I said—works on humans and half-breeds, top or bottom, effects beyond words. Ha, how many times did I come with this?”

 

Shin Junseong shallowly thrust his hips as though gripping a waist. Eyes clouded with remembered ecstasy gleamed. He snickered sleazily.

 

“Near-zero addiction, side effects just mild memory loss. Duration varies—30 minutes to 2 hours. Simple administration: mix in drink or beverage, victim unaware. Hormone-based, not synthetic, so mixes fine with other drugs.”

 

Peddler’s pitch flowed like water. Through his mouth, criminal potential transformed into irresistible, honeyed virtues. Cheon Wooshin extended a hand.

 

“Give it. I’ll pass it on.”

 

If so excellent, it must reach the higher-ups—proxy’s duty.

 

“Still prototype; cautious about your exalted chairman. I’ll greet after market testing.”

 

Cheon Wooshin easily divined the lengthy explanation’s intent. An invitation to sample would follow. Limits approaching, he sneered inwardly. *Tireless bastard.* He tilted his head slightly.

 

“Why? Drug dealer bothered I don’t partake?”

 

Cheon Wooshin parried fluidly. Shin Junseong waved exaggeratedly.

 

“Nah, you’re just that kind of guy.”

 

At some point, Shin Junseong’s gaze fixed on Lee Yeonwoo, standing as if absent.

 

“So, how about him?”

 

Cheon Wooshin alternated between them. Was this why entry was granted so readily? To toy with the planted figure and provoke Cheon Wooshin’s discomfort. Grasping the intent, a peculiar smile bloomed on Cheon Wooshin’s face.

 

“I don’t fancy getting fired.”

 

He had already implied Lee Yeonwoo was beyond his authority. A subtle hint at avoiding repercussions for missteps—yet Shin Junseong merely shrugged.

 

“Nooo— I like you, but you never play. Look now, refusing even a good thing.”

 

Excuses barely veiled, yet slyly detached.

 

“Truly precious, but you won’t take mine—so feed him instead.”

 

He produced a small ampoule from the black box, beckoning Lee Yeonwoo while miming a pour.

 

“Come, ah~.”

 

The exaggerated gesture held blatant provocation. Cheon Wooshin refrained from rash response, recalling past actions. What had irked him? Emotional reaction would feed the game. Engage without being played.

 

Thoughts raced sharply despite delayed motion. How to respond? The aphrodisiac snake was tiresomely familiar in composition and effect. Even expanded to half-breeds, intensity varied little beyond degree—artificial arousal. The car held universal sedatives; Seolkyung stood ready for worse variables.

 

Yet Shin Junseong offered a mind-clouding, boundary-dissolving illicit drug—arousal-inducing. Maintaining subservience favored full compliance; Lee Yeonwoo would adapt—but must he ingest? Undesirable. Then—

 

*Actually, my partner does it all…*

 

The candid voice suddenly echoing from memory furrowed Cheon Wooshin’s brow. *Why now?* Masking agitation, he turned, cupping his chin. Misreading it as reluctance, Shin Junseong’s eyes sparkled.

 

“Hey— Your chairman’s the desperate one; can’t handle this? Relay it?”

 

Provocation now factored the superior’s authority. Misstep here invited escalated taunts. Fake a call to plead? Push arrogantly instead? Or… Imagining Lee Yeonwoo drugged, Cheon Wooshin’s nose bridge slowly creased.

 

“Give it.”

 

Lee Yeonwoo’s modulated voice cleaved the tense air.

 

“I want to take it.”

 

The sentence barely ended when Cheon Wooshin’s stare pierced him—*what nonsense now?* Yet Lee Yeonwoo seemed resolved, calm. Shin Junseong alone clapped frivolously in glee.

 

“See! Told you you’re weird. Fuck, can’t recognize treasure—dumb bastard. Hey! Come here. I’ll feed you.”

 

Lee Yeonwoo ignored the summons, awaiting only Cheon Wooshin’s command.

 

Cheon Wooshin gauged why Lee Yeonwoo volunteered. One reason—needing no guess—dominated.

 

Prolonged silence; Lee Yeonwoo, waiting obediently, cleared his throat. Then brushed beneath his nose—a covert signal only for Cheon Wooshin, an irresistible plea. Suspicion solidified into certainty.

 

Lee Yeonwoo had discovered something. Verifiable only through closer proximity to Shin Junseong. The one who begged *use me* now signaled and sought permission. Simultaneously, Lee Yeonwoo’s voice claiming a partner scraped Cheon Wooshin’s nerves raw. Mind boiling tumultuously, he sneered expertly.

 

“Take it.”

 

The low sanction sliced the space; Lee Yeonwoo stepped before Shin Junseong. Shin Junseong cooed gently.

 

“Really want it? For real?”

 

“Yes.”

 

Answering, Lee Yeonwoo bent at the waist, mouth opening. Cheon Wooshin’s gaze pressed, but must be ignored now. Shin Junseong snapped the ampoule cap, tilting it into Lee Yeonwoo’s mouth.

 

“Good boy.”

 

With the sly tone, a small amount of liquid flowed over tongue and throat. An indescribable murkiness spread, yet Lee Yeonwoo strove to keep his face steady. Shin Junseong watched the swallowing throat with proud eyes.